Expedient of full bumpers; for the eye
In love drinks all Life's fountains (save tears) dry.
LXVIII.
He, on the other hand, if not in love,
Fell into that no less imperious passion,
Self-love—which, when some sort of thing above
Ourselves, a singer, dancer, much in fashion,
Or Duchess—Princess—Empress, "deigns to prove"[518]
('T is Pope's phrase) a great longing, though a rash one,