What Method can poor  then propound,
To cure the Bleeding of his fatal Wound:
If she, who guided the vexatious Dart
Resolves to cherish and increase the Smart?
Go Youth, from these unhappy Plains remove,
Leave the Pursuit of unsuccessful Love;
Go, and to foreign Swains thy Griefs relate;
Tell 'em the Cruelty of frowning Fate:
Tell 'em the noble Charms of  Mind,
Tell 'em how fair, but tell 'em how unkind.
And when few Years thou hast in Sorrow spent,
(For sure they cannot be of large Extent,)
In Prayers for her thou lov'st, resign thy Breath,
And bless the Minute gives thee Ease, and Death.