Is love only madness? Will reason suffice
To crucify love at the presence of sin?
Reason comes back with all honours she had,
Calmly accepting my life as it is;
I will not go mad—I dare not go mad—
I must prove love is not treason like this!
Is he not all that I thought him? Be still
O treacherous heart—then you were to blame:
I married my Harry for good or ill,
And through good and ill I love him the same.