From goodness separate, no goodness e’er will flow.
If thou’rt made sweet through sugar, it may happen still,
That sugar none thou find, to sweeten thee at will.
But if thou sweet become, like sugar, through good heart,
This sweetness from thy sugar never will depart.75
How can a lover find love’s nectar in himself?
That question passes comprehension, my good elf.
Man’s finite reason disbelieves love’s potent sway.
Himself he yet esteems endowed with head to-day.
He’s clever, and he’s knowing, nil he’s not; anon.