For Mutability is Nature's bane;
And slighted Hope will[248] be avenged; and, when
Ye need her favours, ye shall find her not;
But in her stead—fear—doubt—and agony!"
This was the bitter language of the heart:
But, while he spake, look, gesture, tone of voice,
Though discomposed and vehement, were such
As skill and graceful nature might suggest
To a proficient of the tragic scene
Standing before the multitude, beset