_Is't Honour does these Rigid Laws impose; That will no sign of gentleness allow; That tells you 'tis a Crime to pity Foes, And bids you all the utmost Rigour show?_ III. _All Praise the Judge, unwilling to Condemn, Where Clemency with Justice long Debates: But he who Rig'rously insults, we blame, And think the Man more than his Sin, he hates._ IV. _Dare I my Judge accuse of Cruelty? When at her Feet she saw her Slave implore, With hasty Joy she gave the sad Decree: I hate you, and will never see you more._ V. _Ay! 'tis too plain, the false_ Olinda'_s pleas'd To see the Captive's Death her Eyes had made: As what she wish'd, she the Occasion seiz'd; No Sigh a kind Reluctancy betray'd._ VI. _If you intend to try your Power or Skill, A Nobler way pursue the great Design: The meanest Wretch on Earth knows how to kill; But to preserve from Death's an Act Divine._ VII. _Like Heav'n, you with a Breath can Recreate Your Creature, that without you does not Live: Say that you Love, and you r'voke my Fate; And I'm Immortal if you can forgive._ VIII. _My fiercest Wishes you shall then restrain, And Love that tramples o'er my Heart subdue: What doubt can of your mighty Pow'r remain, When ever that submits and yields to you?_ I believe I spoke from my Heart, when I told him I hated him; I'm sure I thought so then, when I saw him whom I believ'd to have an Esteem and Respect for me, act as if he had neither. I said the most violent things I could imagine against him, and left him without the least Reluctancy: But my Rage, or Hate, was soon converted to a Quiet Stupid Grief, that overwhelm'd my Soul, and left me not the Power of easing it the common way, in Tears or Complaints. I saw that I must resolve never to see him again, whatever it made me endure: And in fine, I saw all that could make me unhappy, without any hopes of a Remedy; for tho' he writ to me often to beg my Pardon, and Vow'd a thousand times he wou'd not be guilty of the same fault again, tho' he were sure to be successful; yet I prevail'd with my self absolutely to refuse to see him, with more Resolution than I thought my self capable of; for I consider'd it was dangerous to trust him, notwithstanding his Protestations, since he had broke his Word before: And I don't know if I had not some Reason to distrust my self, after having gone so far, as not only to suffer him to talk to me of his Love, but to own mine to him. When he saw this would not do, he had recourse to his old way of Writing upon Business; but the Letter came first to my Hands, and so I stifled it, and said nothing of it to my Mother. A Week after a Porter came to me, and said he was sent by the Countess of ---- who desir'd me to go immediately to her Lodgings, for she had something of great Consequence to tell me, and that he left her at a place where she had Din'd, but she was just going home.