E’en those to whom your smiles were wont to seem
As light is unto flowers. Search well the depths
Of bosoms in whose keeping you would shrine
The secret of your state. Storms pass not by
Leaving earth’s face unchanged.
Seb. Whence didst thou learn
The cold distrust which casts so deep a shadow
O’er a most noble nature?
Gon. Life hath been
My stern and only teacher. I have known