80. Wherein, Even after Fourteen Years of Futile Struggle, He Still Hopes to Overcome His Passion -
WHEREIN, EVEN AFTER FOURTEEN YEARS OF FUTILE STRUGGLE, HE STILL HOPES TO OVERCOME HIS PASSION
Alas! I know too well how Death destroys us,
How Fate with mortal mischief overtakes us!
How soon the dear delightful World forsakes us,
How swiftly Time with treachery enjoys us!
I see how brief the grace with which Hope buoys us!
Though in a flash the final trumpet wakes us,
The ardours double by which Love still breaks us,
And still with tears and tortures Love employs us.
I must observe how season follows season,
How days and years pass proud and pale and tragic,
And how I still go spellbound, dazed with magic:
For fourteen years desire and arrogant reason
Have clashed: and now, if angel conquer devil,
What triumph, could man know his good from evil!
Alas! I know too well how Death destroys us,
How Fate with mortal mischief overtakes us!
How soon the dear delightful World forsakes us,
How swiftly Time with treachery enjoys us!
I see how brief the grace with which Hope buoys us!
Though in a flash the final trumpet wakes us,
The ardours double by which Love still breaks us,
And still with tears and tortures Love employs us.
I must observe how season follows season,
How days and years pass proud and pale and tragic,
And how I still go spellbound, dazed with magic:
For fourteen years desire and arrogant reason
Have clashed: and now, if angel conquer devil,
What triumph, could man know his good from evil!
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