A manly courage with a woman's fear,
The madman's phrenzy in a reasoning mind,
The strength of steel, the fury of a beast,
The ambition of a hero—something 'tis,
But by Minerva and the gods I swear!
I know not what this nameless something is. —Cumberland.
Eubulus. (Book xiii. § 13, p. 899.)
Why, foolish painter, give those wings to Love?
Love is not light, as my sad heart can prove: