“
A while she stoodAnd spare his morning prey.
— Elijah Fenton
A while she stoodAnd spare his morning prey.
Wedded love is founded on esteem.
Beware of flattery! 'tis a flowery weed,Whose shrine it would perfume.
O blissful poverty!With empty pageantries!
Fear, guilt, despair, and moon-struck frenzy rushHonour retrieves them, bright as rising stars.
