To lose such pleasure, but it must be lost.
Did people know how free from thought of ill
One’s meaning is, their malice would be still.”
At this she wept; at least a glittering gem
Shone in each eye, and there was fire in them,
For, as they fell, the sparkles, at his feet,
He felt emotions very warm and sweet.
“A lovely creature! not more fair than good; 320
By all admired, by some, it seems, pursued;
Yet self-protected by her virtue’s force