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 wings, and in a moment flies.

And truths divine came mended from that tongue.

Let wealth, let honour, wait the wedded dame, August her deed, and sacred be her fame; Before true passion all those views remove, Fame, wealth, and honour! wh…

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