And "he that loves, must taste both sweet and sour!"
LV.
Retire, my wandering Thoughts! unto your rest!
Do not, henceforth, consume yourselves in vain!
No mortal man, in all points, can be blest;
What now is mine, may be another's pain.
The watery clouds are clear, when storms are past;
And "things, in their extremes, long cannot last."
LVI.
The fire of Love is first bred in the Eye,