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B. IV. But fruitless, hopeless, disappointed, rack'd With jealousy, fatigued with hope and fear, Too serious, or too languishingly fond, Unnerves the body and unmans the soul. And some have died for Love; and some run mad; And some with desperate hand themselves have slain.


 * Some to extinguish, others to prevent,

A mad devotion to one dangerous Fair, Court all they meet; in hopes to dissipate The cares of Love amongst: a hundred Brides. Th' event is doubtful: for there are who find A cure in this; there are who find it not. 'Tis no relief, alas! it rather galls The wound, to those who are sincerely sick. For while from feverish and tumultuous joys The nerves grow languid and the soul subsides; The tender Fancy smarts with every sting; Rh