One thing, but one alone, I know:
Love bent e'en Jove and made him blind
Upon Love's revel we will go!
And then again:—
I've drunk sheer madness! Not with wine,
But old fantastic tales, I'll arm
My heart in heedlessness divine,
And dare the road, nor dream of harm!
I'll join Love's rout! Let thunder break,
Let lightning blast me by the way!