There is no heaven like mutual love.

The radiant sun sends from above ten thousand blessings down, nor is he set so high for show alone.

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

There is no heaven like mutual love.

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

Who to a woman trusts his peace of mind, Trusts a frail bark, with a tempestuous wind.

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