Or fascination of a high-born smile.
Their smiles, the great, and the coquette, throw out
For others’ hearts, tenacious of their own;
And we no less of ours, when such the bait.
Ye fortune’s cofferers! ye powers of wealth! 550
Can gold gain friendship? Impudence of hope!
As well mere man an angel might beget.
Love, and love only, is the loan for love.
Lorenzo! pride repress; nor hope to find
A friend, but what has found a friend in thee.