"Pious Celinda goes to prayers"
di William Congreve (1670-1729)

Pious Celinda goes to prayers
If I but ask the favour,
And yet the tender fool's in tears
When she believes I'll leave her.
Would I were free from this restraint,
Or else had hopes to win her;
Would she could make of me a saint,
Or I of her a sinner!