And truths divine came mended from that tongue.

Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.

How oft, when press'd to marriage, have I said, Curse on all laws but those which love has made! Love, free as air at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wi…

Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.