Be never known by thee!
“And when pale characters of death
Shall mark this alter’d cheek;
When my poor wasted trembling breath
My life’s last hope would speak;
I shall not raise my eyes to heaven,
Nor mercy ask for me,
My soul despairs to be forgiv’n,
Unpardon’d, love, by thee!”—Ed.]
[279]. See Count Benyowsky; where Crustiew, an old gentleman of much sagacity, talks the following nonsense: