My hero erst, and now, my heroine—she
Shall be thyself! True—is it true, great God!
Certainly love henceforward must not be!
Yet all the crowd of Fine Arts fail—how odd!—
Tried turn by turn, to fill a void in me!
There 's no replacing love with these, alas!
Yet all I can I do to prove no ass.
CXI
"I labor to amuse my freedom; but
Should any sweet young creature slavery preach,