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^Brajjott plant. 
Is there no way to save thee? minutes fly, 
And thou art lost! thou! my sole benefactor, 
The only being who was constant to me 
Through every change. Yet, make me not a traitor! 
Let me save thee—but spare my honour! 
Byron. 
Ah, heedless girl! why thus disclose 
What ne’er was meant for other ears? 
Why thus destroy thine own repose, 
And dig the source of future tears? 
Oh! thou wilt weep, imprudent maid, 
While lurking, envious foes will smile, 
For all the follies thou hast said, 
Of those who spoke but to beguile. 
Byron. 
Again, I tell thee, ask not; but by all 
Thou holdest dear on earth or heaven—by all 
The souls of thy great fathers, and thy hope 
To emulate them, and to leave behind 
Descendants worthy both of them and thee— 
By all thbu hast of blest in hope or memory— 
By all thou hast to fear here or hereafter— 
By all the good deeds thou hast done to me, 
Good I would now repay with greater good, 
Kemain within—trust to thy household gods 
And to my word for safety, if thou dost 
As I now counsel—but if not, thou art lost! 
Byron. 
