For ever! are you then for ever gone?
For ever must I make my fruitless Moan?
No, Mariane, thou wilt soon have Peace;
Kind Death approaches, he will give thee Ease.
Ah me! how fast my fainting Spirits fail!—
Farewel, Oh, pity me!—Thou lovely Man,
Farewel.——
LETTER III
From a Nun to a Cavalier
What will become of miserable me?