Between whose poles he ever oscillates,
Whose heart is set in the same sphere with mine:
Which saying, all is said. I love, my friend;
How deeply, let this very reticence,
That dare not tell what most I feel, declare.
Yes, I have fixt my eyes upon a star;
Toward which to spread my wings ev’n against hope,
Argues a kind of honour. I aspired,
And (let not such a boast offend the ears,
That of themselves have open’d to my story,)