Why this to thee?—thee yet, perhaps, in doubt
Of second life? But wherefore doubtful still?
Eternal life is nature’s ardent wish: 1310
What ardently we wish, we soon believe:
Thy tardy faith declares that wish destroy’d:
What has destroy’d it?—Shall I tell thee what?
When fear’d the future, ’tis no longer wish’d; 1314
And, when unwish’d, we strive to disbelieve.
“Thus infidelity our guilt betrays.”
Nor that the sole detection! blush, Lorenzo!