frenzy

thought came

too quick, And whirl'd her brain to madness; she

What was; no dirge, except the hollow

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:

580

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.

humor

LXXIV hum

But let me change this theme which grows too sad,

And lay this sheet of sorrows on the shelf;

I don't much like describing people mad, For fear of seeming rather touch'd myself