They love indeed who quake to say they love.
My true-love hath my heart, and I have his, By just exchange, one for the other given; I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss, There never was a better bargain driven.
The scourge of life, and death's extreme disgrace, The smoke of hell,--that monster called Paine.
What is mine, even to my life, is hers I love; but the secret of my friend is not mine!