Yet I have one that fain would dwell with thee, 870
And always with thy purer spirit be.”—
“O! leave me, George!”—
“To take the field, and die:
So leave thee, lady? Yes, I will comply;
Thou art too far above me—Ghosts withstand
My hopes in vain, but riches guard thy hand;
For I am poor—affection and an heart
To thee devoted, I but these impart:
Then bid me go, I will thy words obey,