Deny he may, but he will not upbraid; }
Nor must I lose him, for I want his aid. }
Propitious fate! beyond my hope I find }
A being well-inform’d, and much inclined }
To solve my many doubts, and ease my anxious mind. }
Now shall we meet, and he will give reply
To all I ask!—How full of fears am I;
Poor, nervous, trembling! what have I to fear? }
Have I a wife, a child, one creature here, 150}
Whose health would bring me joy, whose death would claim a tear? }