Talk’d of his love, and said, with many a sigh,
“’Tis death to lose her, and I wish to die.”
Twice met the parties; but with cool disdain
In her, in him with looks of awe and pain. 230
Villars had pity, and conceived it hard
That true regret should meet with no regard—
“Smile, my Matilda! virtue should inflict
No needless pain, nor be so sternly strict.”
The Hall was furnish’d in superior style,
And money wanted from our sister isle;