To arm you for, to embrace you from the fight;
Harm will not reach me—hazards will delight!’
He knew those hazards better; one campaign
In England he conjured her to remain,
And she expressed assent, although her heart
In secret had resolved they should not part.
“How oft the wisest on misfortune’s shelves
Are wrecked by errors most unlike themselves!
That little fault, that fraud of love’s romance,
That plan’s concealment, wrought their whole mischance.