Shall Nature, erring from her first command, self-preservation, fall by her own hand?

Patience is the virtue of an ass, who treads beneath his burden and complains not.

Of all the kind of pains, the greatest pain is to love and to love in vain.

There is no heaven like mutual love.

Shall Nature, erring from her first command, self-preservation, fall by her own hand?

O Love! thou bane of the most generous souls! Thou doubtful pleasure, and thou certain pain.

Of all the plagues with which the world is curst, Of every ill, a woman is the worst.