Abbot.—And whý not líve and áct with óther mén?
Manfred.—Becaúse my náture wás avérse from lífe;
And yét not crúel, fór I woúld not máke,
But fínd a désolátion:—líke the wínd,
The réd-hot breáth of thé most lóne simoóm,
Which dwélls but ín the désert, ánd sweeps o'ér
The bárren sánds which beár no shrúbs to blást,
And révels ó'er their wíld and árid wáves,
And seéketh nót so thát it ís not soúght,
But béing mét is deádly: súch hath beén