Was robed—how cherish’d were the constant thoughts
Of happiness to come in future years—
And feel how treach’rous was the fate that crush’d[1237]
Those thoughts and bade me dare to seek revenge[1238]—
If this may madness prove, then I am mad.
And this is why,[1239] forsooth, they deem me so!
“Even now the recollection of the past,
In varied visions, float[1240] before mine eyes,
And thoughts of old afflictions make me feel