LXIV.

The sort of thing to turn a young man's head, Or make a Werter of him in the end. No wonder then a purer soul should dread This sort of chaste _liaison_ for a friend; It were much better to be wed or dead, Than wear a heart a Woman loves to rend. 'T is best to pause, and think, ere you rush on, If that a _bonne fortune_ be really _bonne_.