Wo! that on cold Ambition’s shrine
Is sacrificed a mind like thine.
Come, lady, come! the muffled bell
Is tolling now thy husband’s knell!
Another hour, and there will be
No earthly care for him or thee!
Go—all undimmed in thy beauty go—
With holy truth upon thy brow:
A lot of glittering wretchedness
Is well exchanged for Heaven’s own bliss;