A Sequel to Don Juan — page 89: what you’re looking at

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80 ~ A SEQUEL TO XV. Love is the money of the heart, which hoards Its treasure as the anxious miser clings Unto his gold ; for ne’er that heart affords One jot to sooth a rival’s sorrowings.— O love, to thee then never truth accords : Religion’s sacred name ;—those holy thing's, Laws, revelations, prophecies divine, And hope of bliss eternal, are not thine ! XVI. And thou hast not grown in the human heart, From an uncultured to a polished state, Progressively with science and with art,— But thou art ever blindly ruled by fate ; And we have not a virtue on our part Upon whose succour we may calculate To wrestle with thy tempests and to flee From all the perils of thy stormy sea. XVII. O Love! from heaven we may never hope For aid to purify thee in our breast— To raise thee far above our narrow scope : And savage instinct, that thou may’st be blest With power ’gainst thine own violence to cope, And lull thy passion turbulent to rest.— Has man no virtue to ennoble thee Above the dross of weak humanity ¢ COMMECMIOOKS. CORN