Jove's commands shall be obey'd,
Tonight our anchors shall be weigh'd
But ah! What language can I try
my injur'd Queen to pacify:
No sooner she resigns her heart,
But from her arms I'm forc'd to part.
How can so hard a fate be took?
One night enjoy'd, the next forsook.
Yours be the blame, ye gods! For I
Obey your will, but with more ease could die.