The Lady of his love was wed with one.
Who did not love better. . . . . .
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…And this the world calls phrensy, but the wise
Have a far deeper madness, and the glance
Of melancoly is a fearful gift;
What is it but the telescope of truth?
Which strips the distance of its phantasies,
And brings life near in utter nakedness,
Making the cold reality too real!..