So love persuades—that one so brave was true;
For he was brave and had in battle shown
That War and Danger had familiar grown.
An Hero’s favourite Nymph the poet sings,
But Heroes’ Widows are neglected Things.—
Thus, while Affection shone with Fear, an Hour
Arrived to prove his patience and my power.
For an offence so trifling, that one day
Had swept the memory of the Crime away,
In spleen, in spite, in folly I reprov’d 110