LXXIV.

A something all-sufficient for the _heart_ Is that for which the sex are always seeking: But how to fill up that same vacant part? There lies the rub--and this they are but weak in. Frail mariners afloat without a chart, They run before the wind through high seas breaking; And when they have made the shore through every shock, 'T is odd--or odds--it may turn out a rock.