Nothing can equal my torments, &c. This signifies,
“There is in women a perversity, that makes them delight in thinking
their lovers suffer a great deal of pain for them; and to tell them so, is taking them by their
weak side: as to the reality, that is out of the question: but, as they are fond of such
expressions, why not play them upon them? they deserve it.”
And, in this conclusion, the men are not quite in the wrong. There are none deserve less
quarter, or fair play, than the tribe of teazers, for teazing-sake.
They wrong their trust, who beauty misemploy,
And turn to torment what was meant a joy.
Ye Fair! who have from heav'n this gift receiv'd,
Abuse it not: nor, by false pride deceiv'd,
Affect a pleasure in a lover's pain,
But court the merit of a gentle reign.
Then if a wretch there is so void of sense,
As to mis-use the favours you dispense,
On him employ, relentless, every art,
To soften or subdue the rebel heart:
At war, with those who dare your triumphs brave,
Humble the proud:— but spare the prostrate slave.