and there have dy’d,
There breath my gasping Soul out tho’ deny’d. 
My earnest Suits shall never give you rest,
While Life and Love more durable shall last;
Alive I’ll Pray, ’till Breath in Pray’rs be lost,
And after come a kind beseeching Ghost. 
He thought these soft Expressions soon might move
My Heart, which was bequeath’d before to Love,
No, no, these whiedling Fops I really hate,
And since I am resolv’d to change my State,
A Man of Wit and Sense I do adore,
To him I grant my Favours and my Store,
As certain Wedlock with so good a Choice,
May make my Judgment, whilst I live rejoice.

FINIS.