But O how short My Interval of Woe!
Our Griefs how swift; our Remedies how slow!
Another Nymph (for so did Heav'n ordain,
To change the Manner, but renew the Pain)
Another Nymph, amongst the many Fair,
That made My softer Hours their solemn Care,
Before the rest affected still to stand;
And watch'd My Eye, preventing My Command.
, She so was call'd, did soonest hast
To grace my Presence:  went the last:
was ready e'er I call'd her Name;
And tho' I call'd another,  came.