Accounts perplex'd, my interest yet unpaid,
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My mind unsettled, and my will unmade;
A lawyer, haste, and, in your way, a priest;
And let me die in one good work at least."
She spake, and, trembling, dropp'd upon her knees,
Heaven in her eye, and in her hand her keys;
And still the more she found her life decay,
With greater force she grasp'd those signs of sway:
Then fell and died!—In haste her sons drew near,