To Pardon Those Absurdities In Ourselves Which

Sickness Is A Sort Of Early Old Age; It Teaches Us A Diffidence In Our Earthly State.

And Binding Nature Fast In Fate, Left Free The Human Will.

Is It, In Heav'n, A Crime To Love Too Well? To Bear Too Tender Or Too Firm A Heart, To Act A Lover's Or A Roman's Part? Is There No Bright Reversion In The Sky For Those Who Greatly Think, Or Bravely Die?

Still When The Lust Of Tyrant Power Succeeds, Some Athens Perishes, Or Some Tully Bleeds.

In This Commonplace World Every One Is Said To Be Romantic Who Either Admires A Fine Thing Or Does One.