When cursed Jago, cruelly, I see Work up the noble Moore to Jealousie, How cunningly the Villain weaves his sin, And how the other takes the Poison in; Or when I hear his God-like Romans rage, And by what just degrees he does asswage Their fiery temper, recollect their Thoughts, Make 'em both weep, make 'em both own their Fau'ts; When these and other such-like Scenes I scan, 'Tis then, great Soul, I think thee more than Man!
As her Conception was a Complication, So its Produce, alike, did serve the Nation; Till by a Black, Successive Course of Ills, She reach'd the Noble Post which now she fills; Where, Messalina like, she treads the Stage, And all Enjoys, but nothing can Asswage! (Part 3, 213-26) Mrs.