Synopsis

Love's Cruelty or the Prayer Speak cruel Love! what is't thou dost intend? Oh! tell me, have thy Tyrannies no end? Though to thy Pow'r I have a Rebel been, May not Repentance expiate my Sin? Oh! long ere this, if I had injured Heaven, So true a Convert it would have forgiven: Four times the Sun his Yearly Race hath run, Since first my Heart was by my Eyes undone; In all which time, thou scarce hast been so kind,