Each eye should see her, and each heart upbraid;
One way remain’d - the way the Levite took,
Who without mercy could on misery look;
(A way perceiv’d by craft, approved by pride),
She cross’d and pass’d him on the other side.
TALE V.
THE PATRON.
It were all one,
That I should love a bright peculiar star,
And think to wed it; she is so much above me: