But if such moving powers my accents have,
10Why first my own redress do I not crave?
What hopes that I to pity should incline
Another's breast, who can move none in thine?
Or how can the griev'd patient look for ease,
When the physician suffers the disease?
If thy sharp wounds from me expect their cure,
'Tis fit those first be heal'd that I endure.
Ungentle fair one! why dost thou dispense
Unequally thy sacred influence?