So Nature wills; and while encreasing strength
Braces the nerves, and thro' the swelling veins
The blood fierce-boiling flows, subduing Love
Still reigns in man, to polish and refine
His barbarous mind: nor, till the soothing flame
Has seiz'd his heart, and thaw'd his frozen soul,
E'er can he relish the sublime delight
Of social transport, nor consenting feel
The sympathetic bliss, nor taste the sweets
Of hallow'd Friendship, nor affected hear
The voice of Woe, as oft she vents her moan
In wailings loud. The soft relenting heart,
Kind Pity's tear, the all-profusive hand
Of Charity, the generous flow of soul,
These are not his, who never yet has felt
The pangs of Love, o'er whom th' enchanting power
Of Beauty never reign'd, whose sullen breast
Ne'er glow'd with transport, and the anxious throbs
Which panting lovers know; but all his soul
Is solitary gloom, untaught to pour
The friendly fervor, and, with heart enlarg'd,
To breathe the warm benevolence of Love.