Shallow and deep, could never more be sound;
That of one pierced so oft, so largely bled, 80}
The feeling ceases, and the love is dead; }
But sense exists, and passion serves instead. }
C. Injurious Delia! cold, reproachful maid!
Is thus my confidential faith repaid?
Is this the counsel that we two have held,
When duty trembled, and desire rebell’d;
The sister-vows we made, through many a night,
To aid each other in the arduous fight