Florello’s father ruin’d, ruins him;
And from Philander’s friend the world expects
A conduct, no dishonour to the dead.
Let passion do, what nobler motive should;
Let love, and emulation, rise in aid
To reason; and persuade thee to be—blest.
This seems not a request to be denied;
Yet (such th’ infatuation of mankind!)
’Tis the most hopeless, man can make to man.
Shall I then rise, in argument, and warmth? 2170