QUATRAINS.
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LOVE.
Love on his errand bound to go
Can swim the flood, and wade through snow,
Where way is none, 't will creep and wind
And eat through Alps its home to find.
SACRIFICE.
Though love repine, and reason chafe,
There came a voice without reply,—
''Tis man's perdition to be safe,
When for the truth he ought to die.'
PERICLES.
Well and wisely said the Greek,
Be thou faithful, but not fond;
To the altar's foot thy fellow seek,
The Furies wait beyond.
