Or while they please, torment. The stubborn Clown, 325
The ill-tam’d Ruffian, and pale Usurer,
(If Love’s omnipotence such hearts can mould)
May safely mellow into love; and grow
Refin’d, humane, and generous, if they can.
Love in such bosoms never to a fault 330
Or pains or pleases. But ye finer Souls,
Form’d to soft luxury, and prompt to thrill
With all the tumults, all the joys and pains,
That beauty gives; with caution and reserve