Elizabeth it is in vain you say "Love not" -- thou sayest it in so sweet a way: In vain those words from thee or L. E. L. Zantippe's talents had enforced so well: Ah! if that language from thy heart arise, Breathe it less gently forth -- and veil thine eyes. Endymion, recollect, when Luna tried To cure his love -- was cured of all beside -- His folly -- pride -- and passion -- for he died. |