Love what we see can from our sight remove, And things invisible are seen by Love. - John Hoole

These friendly words awhile consoled the fair;
For grief imparted oft alleviates care.

So from a water clear, the trembling light
Of Phoebus, or the silver queen of night,
Along the spacious rooms with splendour plays,
Now high, now low, and shifts a thousand ways.

Behold the state of man's unstable mind,
Still prone to change with every changing wind!
All our resolves are weak, but weakest prove
Where sprung from sense of disappointed love.