In Anna’s looks and falling tears were seen
How interesting had their subjects been:
“Oh! then,” resumed the Friend, “I plainly find
That you and Stafford know each other’s mind;
I must depart, must on the world be thrown,
Like one discarded, worthless, and unknown;
But, shall I carry, and to please a foe,
A painful secret in my bosom? No!
Think not your Friend a reptile you may tread
Beneath your feet, and say, the worm is dead;