Constancy... that small change of love, which people exact so rigidly, receive in such counterfeit coin, and repay in baser metal.
A woman being never at a loss... the devil always sticks by them.
Fair Greece! sad relic of departed worth! Immortal, though no more! though fallen, great!
Who then will explain the explanation?
Exhausting thought, And hiving wisdom with each studious year.
None are so desolate but something dear, Dearer than self, possesses or possess'd A thought, and claims the homage of a tear.