True love in this differs from gold and clay,
That to divide is not to take away.
Love Is like understanding, that grows bright,
Gazing on many truths. 'T is like thy light,
Imagination, which, from earth and sky,
And from the depths of human phantasy,
As from a thousand prisms and mirrors, fills
The universe with glorious beams, and kills
Error, the worm, with many a sun-like arrow
Of its reverberated lightning.
Some men call lack of honesty a difference in taste.
