Elegy VII: He protests that he never had anything to do with the chambermaid. By the same hand.And must I still be guilty, still untrue,And when old crimes are purg'd, still charg'd with new?What tho' at last my cause I clearly gain?Yet I'm asham'd so oft to strive in vain,And when the prize will scarce reward the pain.If at the play I in fop-corner sit,And with a squinting eye gloat o'er the pit,Or view the boxes, you begin to fear,And fancy straight some rival beauty there.If any looks on me, you think you spyA private assignation in her eye;A silent soft discourse in ev'ry grace,And tongues in all the features of her face.If I praise any one, you tear your hair,