As sad as life with all its hopes resign’d,
As sad as ought but guilt can make mankind. 300
With bitter grief the pleasures she review’d }
Of early hope, with innocence pursued, }
When she began to love, and he was fond and good. }
He now must die, she heard from every tongue—
Die, and so thoughtless! perish, and so young!
Brave, kind, and generous, tender, constant, true,
And he must die—then will I perish too!
A thousand acts in every age will prove