Called brotherly affection, could not move
His bosom,—for he never had a sister:
Ah! if he had—how much he would have missed her!
LIV.
And still less was it sensual; for besides
That he was not an ancient debauchee,
(Who like sour fruit, to stir their veins' salt tides,
As acids rouse a dormant alkali,)[KF]
Although ('t will happen as our planet guides)
His youth was not the chastest that might be,