Ere they have some one to share half their fate;
And thou art chosen for that happy state.)
Courage commanded her—“rise, gentle maid!”
Her heart felt lighter, and her tears were stay’d.
* * * * *
Virtue’s reward:—say, Jove, what is the prize?—
What canst thou give? what can ye realise
Sufficiently in value for this maid,—
Whose tongue ne’er yet had even utterèd
One vulgar sentence, one blasphemous word,—