His honest passion blinds the man of sense.
While want of feeling is the fool’s defence; 200
Arm’d with insensibility he comes;
When more repell’d, he but the more assumes,
And thus succeeds where fails the man of wit;
For, where we cannot conquer, we submit.
But come, my love! let us examine now, }
These Charges all—say, what shall we avow, }
Admit, deny; and which defend, and how? }
That old affair between your friend and you,