“To me nor late nor early; I am come
Poor as I left thee to my native home:
Nor yet,” said Rupert, “will I grieve; ’tis mine
To share thy comforts, and the glory thine:
For thou wilt gladly take that generous part
That both exalts and gratifies the heart;
While mine rejoices” - “Heavens!” return’d the maid,
“This talk to one so wither’d and decay’d?
No! all my care is now to fit my mind
For other spousal, and to die resigned: