He praised the self-pronounced and rigorous doom;
He wonder’d not that one so young should love,
And much he wish’d he could the choice approve; 210
Much he lamented such a mind to lose,
And begg’d to learn if he could aid his views,
If such were form’d—then closed the short account,
And to a shilling paid the full amount.—
So Cecil left the mansion, and so flew }
To foreign shores, without an interview; }
He must not say, ‘I love’—he could not say, ‘Adieu!’ }