It can but hold its little fill.20
The eye’s a vase that’s ne’er content;
The oyster’s filled ere pearl is sent.[56]
The heart that’s bleeding from love’s dart,
From vice of greed is kept apart.
Then hie thee, love, a welcome guest;—
Physician thou to soothe my breast.
Thou cure of pride and shame in me;
Old Galen’s skill was nought to thee!
Through love, this earthly frame ascends