That I conceal with Caution from my own?
“Then [hear]—and know I own thee for a friend;
And my Confession thy Suspense shall end.
Know then, I cannot from my breast expel
A strong Impression fated there to dwell;
Time but confirms it, and the pain it brings
Proves that it lives, for it has life that stings.
Ere yet my Father knew this Load of Wealth,
And my lov’d Sisters shar’d my Views in Health,
A Youth addressed me—I prefer’d him then; 90