Moonlight walks, when all the fowls
Are warmly housed, save bats and owls! 15
A midnight bell, a parting groan!
These are the sounds we feed upon;
Then stretch our bones in a still gloomy valley;
Nothing’s so dainty sweet as lovely melancholy.
Beaumont and Fletcher.
XLIV
LEWD LOVE IS LOSS.
Misdeeming eye! that stoopeth to the lure
Of mortal worths, not worth so worthy love;