When not asleep, how restless was the soul
Above advice, exempted from control;
For ever begging all to be sincere,
And never willing any truth to hear.
A yellow paleness o’er her visage spread;
Her fears augmented as her comforts fled;
Views dark and dismal to her mind appear’d;
And death she sometimes woo’d, and always fear’d.
Among the clerks there was a thoughtful one,
Who still believed that something might be done; 210