Yet he essay’d, with no unpractised skill,
To warp the judgment, or at least the will; 150
To raise such tumults in the poor weak heart,
That Jane, believing all—yet should not dare to part.
But there was Virtue in her mind that strove
With all his eloquence, and all her love;
He told what hope and frailty dared to tell,
And all was answered by a stern Farewell!
Home with his consort he returned once more;
And they resumed the life they led before.