You cannot be so cruel?--By heaven, madam, this torment is more than
nature can support!
Less impetuosity, Clifton; less raptures, and more reason.
You would have me rock, madam! Unfeeling marble!
I would have you a man; a rational, and, if possible, a wise one. Stay
at least for a moment!--Hear me!--Do not leave me in these doubts!
What doubts?--Do I not tell you the words are Mr. Henley's? The air is
mine. If setting them were any guilt, it is a guilt of which I am not
conscious. Shew me that it is criminal and I will instantly retract. We
must either overcome these narrow, these selfish propensities, or we
shall hope in vain to be happy.