0, cou dst thou but my arguments disprove!A cause so good is here unwish'd in love.Happy, who dares t' avow his censur'd flame,And vindicate the secret tripping dame.Blushless, tho' guilty, with uplifted eyes,"'Tis false, my life, by yon bright Heaven," she cries.Himself he fools, and madly feeds his grief,Who from conviction seeks the sad relief.