Let me be punish'd with the last disdain,
He said, if e'er I harbour'd thoughts so vain!
I ne'er  favour so abus'd,
Nor once your virtue in my heart accus'd.
Should I perfidious (heav'n forbid!) offend
My gen'rous master, – I might say my friend;
Let scandal sink my name, when so unjust
I prove, so false to hospitable trust!