Finds there is neither sword nor shield
Availing here. Amid his books
The student thinks how Laura looks;
The miser’s self, with heart of lead,
With all the nobler feelings fled,
Has thrown his darling treasures by,
And sigh’d for something worth a sigh.
Love over gentle natures reigns,
A gentle master; yet his pains 20
Are felt by them, are felt by all,