I. <br />Yes: you contemn the perjur'd maid <br />Who all your favorite hopes betray'd: <br />Nor, though her heart should home return, <br />Her tuneful tongue it's falsehood mourn, <br />Her winning eyes your faith implore, <br />Would you her hand receive again, <br />Or once dissemble your disdain, <br />Or listen to the syren's theme, <br />Or stoop to love: since now esteem <br />And confidence, and friendship, is no more. <br /> <br />II. <br />Yet tell me, Phædria, tell me why, <br />When summoning your pride you try <br />To meet her looks with cool neglect, <br />Or cross her walk with slight respect, <br />(For so is falsehood best repaid) <br />Whence do your cheeks indignant glow? <br />Why is your struggling tongue so slow? <br />What means that darkness on your brow? <br />As if with all her broken vow <br />You meant the fair apostate to upbraid?<br /><br />Mark Akenside<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-iv-affected-indifference-to-the-same/
