Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.
For so I created them free and free they must remain.
Reason is also choice.
Enjoy your dear wit and gay rhetoric, That hath so well been taught her dazzling fence.
It was that fatal and perfidious bark, Built in th' eclipse, and rigg'd with curses dark.
Is it true, O Christ in heaven, that the highest suffer the most? That the strongest wander furthest and most hopelessly are lost? That the mark of rank in nature is capacity for pain? That the anguish of the singer makes the sweetness of the strain?