Cupid, be gone! I can for beauty sigh,But not be forc'd to wish each hour to die;For so I wish whene'er my restless thoughtsDwell on her falsehoods and repeated faults.All other plagues know sometimes to be civil,But woman is a sure, perpetual evil.No pimp I bribe to prove thy perjur'd vows,Nor intercepted once thy billet-doux.