My Crimes are strong, and ’tis a dreadful Part
At once to tear them from the wounded heart.
Nor that the worst! I know the mighty Cost
Of my dear Sin: or that or Heav’n is lost—
And Heav’n is lost. That Sin, if Sin it be, }
Clings to the Soul, that never can be free; }
I cannot lose thee, Love, and thou art Sin to me.’” }
“Oh, my poor Sister,” Richard said, in Haste;
“What a strange Fancy has the Man embraced!
He wished to please thee and thy Way to take, 230