[That] this vindictive Stroke should Victory gain
And all his Hope and Courage be in vain!
“And is it then a World where none can trust
On Truth and Virtue—’tis a World unjust!”
Sorely he griev’d, till Sleep a short suspense
Gave to his Sorrow and overcame the Sense.
E’en in his Dream he saw his Rival blest
With the false Maid, and anguish broke his rest— 280
Anguish no more, for watchful at his bed
He saw the Maid, by genuine pity led.