LXXIII.

But many a Greek maid in a loving song Sighs o'er her name; and many an islander With her Sire's story makes the night less long; Valour was his, and Beauty dwelt with her: If she loved rashly, her life paid for wrong-- A heavy price must all pay who thus err, In some shape; let none think to fly the danger, For soon or late Love is his own avenger.