To Be Weak Is Miserable, Doing Or

Virtue Could See To Do What Virtue Would By Her Own Radiant Light, Though Sun And Moon Where In The Flat Sea Sunk.

Nor Jealousy Was Understood, The Injur'd Lover's Hell.

Moping Melancholy And Moon-struck Madness.

Beyond Is All Abyss, Eternity, Whose End No Eye Can Reach.

And Ever Against Eating Cares Lap Me In Soft Lydian Airs, Married To Immortal Verse