Rufus, trusted as friend by me, so fruitlessly, vainly, (Vainly? nay to my bane and at a ruinous price!)Hast thou cajoled me thus, and enfiring innermost vitals,Ravished the whole of our good own'd by wretchedest me?Ravished; (alas and alas!) of our life thou cruellest cruelVenom, (alas and alas!) plague of our friendship and pest.Yet must I now lament that lips so pure of the purest Damsel, thy slaver foul soiled with filthiest kiss.But ne'er hope to escape scot free; for thee shall all agesKnow, and what thing thou be, Fame, the old crone, shall declare.