Fair Ladies, pity an unhappy Maid, By Fortune, and by faithless Love betray’d. Innocent once--I scarce knew how to sin, Till that unlucky Devil entring in, Did all my Honour, all my Faith undo: LOVE! like _Ambition_ makes us Rebels too: And of all Treasons, mine was most accurst; Rebelling ‘gainst a KING and FATHER first. A Sin, which Heav’n nor Man can e’re forgive; Nor could I _Act_ it with the Face to live. My Dagger did my Honours cause redress; But Oh! my blushing Ghost must needs confess, Had my young Charming Lover faithful been, I fear I dy’d with unrepented Sin. There’s nothing can my Reputation save With all the _True_, the _Loyal_ and the _Brave_; Not my Remorse, or Death can expiate With them a Treason ‘gainst the KING and _State_. Some Love-sick Maid perhaps, now I am gone, (Raging with Love, and by that Love undone,) May form some little _Argument_ for me, T’ excuse m’ _Ingratitude_ and _Treachery_. Some of the Sparks too, that infect the _Pit_, (Whose Honesty is equal to their Wit, And think _Rebellion_ but a petty Crime, Can turn to all sides Int’rest does incline,) May cry ‘_I gad I think the Wench is wise;_ _’.ad it prov’d Lucky, ‘twas the Way to rise._ _’.he had a_ Roman _Spirit, that disdains_ _’.ull Loyalty, and the Yoke of Sovereigns._ _’. Pox of Fathers, and Reproach to come;_ _’.he was the first and Noblest_ Whig _of_ Rome. But may that Ghost in quiet never rest, Who thinks it self with Traytors Praises blest. _Mrs._ Behn’s _Satyr on_ Dryden. (_On Mr._ Dryden, _Renegate_.)