Feel, keenly feel, but give not to the pen—
Wounds that in after time may heal indeed,
But pain us sorely while they’re fresh and bleed;
Cares of the World and of the troubled Day,
That in new Troubles die and pass away.
But I must cease; or, speaking of my Friend,
The Pain and Pleasure would not quickly end. (D.)
Tale VIII.
l. 24. rueful meditation.
instead of ll. 24–32: