The new-spun cords with which they are bound; I say
This is the hardest pain that love can shew.
D. Ha! you speak logic; that love’s perfect pain
Cannot exist but in love’s perfect state.
Laura, ’tis thou to speak.
L.What shall I say?
D. Give thy opinion; or, in want of matter,
Be critical. A gloss may hit the mark
Where the text fails.
L.If Frederick has said well,