3790This was their guest-bed, and there was no other,
Think you Bellama then lodged with her brother?
No: such pure virtues saint Bellama's breast,
And such clear sparks of honour heat his soul,
That such a thought would stain her virgin crest,
And blur the sacreds of Albino's roll.
Then die, black thoughts! Bellama's chaste denials
Repelled all charms of love and Venice-trials.
Nay, he ne'er tempted, nor attempted once
To scale the fortress of her virgin-tower,