To live in hell and heaven to behold;

To welcome life and die a living death;

To sweat with heat, and yet be freezing cold;

To grasp at stars and lie the earth beneath;

To tread a maze that never shall have end;

To burn in sighs and starve in daily tears;

To climb a hill and never to descend;

Giants to kill, and quake at childish fears;

To pine for food, and watch th’ Hesperian tree;

To thirst for drink, and nectar still to draw;

To live accursed, whom men hold blest to be,

And weep those wrongs which never creature saw:

If this be love, if love in these be founded,

My heart is love, for these in it are grounded.

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