The secret pride in yielding up love's right?
Val. Who thought upon reward? And yet how much
Comes after—oh, what amplest recompense!
Is the knowledge of her, naught? the memory, naught?
—Lady, should such an one have looked on you,
Ne'er wrong yourself so far as quote the world
And say, love can go unrequited here!
You will have blessed him to his whole life's end—
Low passions hindered, baser cares kept back,
All goodness cherished where you dwelt—and dwell.