Yet, Colin, these pains, spite of all thou hast said,
By one hour of her presence are far over-paid,
These sorrows from Absence which now you deplore,
Then vanish, are lost, and are thought of no more.
Recall those rash words, and forbear to complain,
Since the next tender meeting rewards all your pain,
Let sweet Expectation then lessen your care,
Let Hope soften Absence, and keep off Despair.