XXXV.

'Tis an old lesson--Time approves it true, And those who know it best, deplore it most; When all is won that all desire to woo, The paltry prize is hardly worth the cost: Youth wasted--Minds degraded--Honour lost--[es] These are thy fruits, successful Passion! these![135] If, kindly cruel, early Hope is crost, Still to the last it rankles, a disease, Not to be cured when Love itself forgets to please.