But these weak natures, when they love profess,
Never regard their small concerns the less.
“That true and genuine love has Quixote-flights
May be allow’d—in vision it delights;
But, in its loftiest flight, its wildest dream
Has something in it that commands esteem.
But this poor love to no such region soars,
But, Sancho-like, its selfish loss deplores;
Of its own merit and its service speaks,
And full reward for all its duty seeks.”— 90