My only expedient was—to retire.
A little of absence effected the cure,
So happily I of my wounds did recover;
But now at a distance to keep I’ll be sure,
And laugh at the fate of a vanquished lover.
LUCINA:
AN ELEGY.
DIREFUL indeed are thy effects, O love!
When Reason’s voice deserts thy frantic shrine;
Platonic lessons no asylum prove;