In that one thought I’m happy, great and rich.
And blind dame Fortune, meaning to destroy,
Has filled my soul with extasies of joy:
To him I love she’s given a happy fate,
And quite destroyed and ruined her I hate.
30. To Phylocles, inviting him to Friendship
Best of thy sex! if sacred friendship can
Dwell in the bosom of inconstant man,
As cold and clear as ice, as snow unstained,
With Love’s loose crimes unsullied, unprofaned,