If Passion Rules, How Weak Does Reason

Revenge, Revenge, Timotheus Cries, See The Furies Arise!

Want Is A Bitter And A Hateful Good, Because Its Virtues Are Not Understood; Yet Many Things, Impossible To Thought, Have Been By Need To Full Perfection Brought. The Daring Of The Soul Proceeds From Thence, Sharpness Of Wit, And Active Diligence; Prudence At Once, And Fortitude It Gives; And, If In Patience Taken, Mends Our Lives.

Pity Only On Fresh Objects Stays, But With The Tedious Sight Of Woes Decays.

How Happy The Lover, How Easy His Chain, How Pleasing His Pain, How Sweet To Discover He Sighs Not In Vain.

Farewell, Too Little, And Too Lately Known, Whom I Began To Think And Call My Own.