But the Curs’d Fiend from Hell’s dire Regions sent,
Ranging the World to Man’s Destruction bent,
Who with an Envious Pride beholding me,
Advanc’d by Virtue to Felicity,
Resolv’d his own Eternal wretched state,
Should be in part reveng’d by my sad Fate;
And to at once my happy Life betray
Flung Woman, Fathless Woman in my way: 
Beauty she had, a seeming Modest Mein, }
All Charms without, but Devil all within, }
Which did not yet appear, but lurk’d, alas unseen. }
A fair Complexion far exceeding Paint,
Black sleepy Eyes that would have Charm’d a Saint;
Her Lips so soft and sweet, that ev’ry Kiss,
Seem’d a short Tast of the Eternal Bliss;
Her set of Teeth so Regular and White,
They’d show their Lustre in the darkest Night;
Round her Seraphick Face so fair and young,
Her Sable Hair in careless Dresses hung,
Which added to her beauteous Features, show’d
Like some fair Angel peeping through a Cloud? 
Her Breasts, her Hands, and every Charm so bright,
She seem’d a Sun by Day, a Moon by Night;
Her shape so ravishing, that every Part,
Proportion’d was to the nicest Rules of Art: 
So awful was her Carriage when she mov’d,
None could behold her, but he fear’d and lov’d,
She danc’d well, sung well, finely plaid the Lute,
Was always witty in her Words, or Mute;
Obliging, not reserv’d, nor yet too free,
But as a Maid divinely bless’d should be;
Not vainly gay, but decent in Attire, }
She seem’d so good, she could no more acquire }
Of Heaven, than what she had, & Man no more desire:  }
Fortune, like God and Nature too was kind,
And to these Gifts a copious Sum had joyn’d
Who could the power of such Temptations shun;
What frozen Synick from her Charms could run: 
What Cloister’d Monk could see a Face so bright, }
But quit his Beads and follow Beauty’s Light, }
And by Its Lustre hope to shun Eternal Night. }
I so bewitch’d, and poyson’d with her Charms,
Believ’d the utmost Heaven was in her Arms,
Methoughts the Goodness, in her Eyes I see,
Spoke her the Off-spring of some Deity. 
Now Books and Walks, would no content afford,
She was the only Good to be Ador’d. 
In her fair Looks alone delight I found,
Love’s raging Storms all other Joys had drown’d. 
By Beauty’s Ignis fatuus led astray,
Bound for Content, I lost my happy way
Of Reason’s faithful Pilot now bereft,
Was amongst Rocks and Shelves in danger left,
There must have perish’d, as I fondly thought,
Lest her kind Usage my Salvation wrought;
Her happy Aid I labour’d to obtain,
Hop’d for Success, yet fear’d her sad Disdain,
Tortur’d like dying Convicts whilst they live,
’Twixt fear of Death, and hopes of a Reprieve. 
First for her smallest Favours did I sue,
Crept, Fawn’d and Cring’d, as Lovers us’d to do?