Revived his spirit, and supplied
10. Wine, oil, refreshment: he was heal’d;
I had myself a wound conceal’d,
But from that hour forgot the smart,
And peace bound up my broken heart.
11. In prison I saw him next, condemn’d
To meet a traitor’s doom at morn;
The tide of lying tongues I stemm’d,
And honor’d him ’mid shame and scorn.
12. My friendship’s utmost zeal to try,