“But why thus lent, if thus recall’d again,
To cause and feel, to live and die in pain?”
Or rather say, Why grevious these appear,
If all it pays for Heaven’s eternal year;
If these sad sobs and piteous sighs secure
Delights that live, when worlds no more endure?
The sister-spirit long may lodge below,
And pains from nature, pains from reason, know:
Through all the common ills of life may run,
By hope perverted and by love undone;