When he is certain of a friend within.
When all was lost—or, in the lover’s sight,
When all was won—the lady thought of flight.
“What! sink a slave?” she said, “and with deceit
The rigid virtue of a husband meet?
No! arm’d with death, I would his fury brave,
And own the justice of the blow he gave! 600
But thus to see him easy, careless, cold,
And his confiding folly to behold;
To feel incessant fears that he should read,