HELEN
O go not from me with that mournful look! Alas! Thy generous heart, depressed and sunk, Looks on my state too sadly. I am not, as thou thinkst, a thing so lost In woe and wretchedness. Believe not so! All whom misfortune with her rudest blasts Hath buffeted, to gloomy wretchedness Are not therefore abandoned. Many souls From cloistered cells, from…