Can never favour love. Oh! sure the merciful
Ne’er make a thing more fair to look upon,
Then two fond lovers in each other’s arms,
Speaking their passion in a mute embrace.
When heart has turned to heart, the fools would part them
Strike idly on cold steel. So when thou’st found
One purely, wholly thine, accept her true heart,
And live for her alone. Oh! thou that blamest
The love-struck for their love, give o’er thy talk
How canst thou minister to a mind diseased?