Sonnet XIV.
INGRATITUDE, how deadly is thy smart Proceeding from the Form we fondly love! How light, compared, all other sorrows prove! THOU shed'st a Night of Woe, from whence depart The gentle beams of Patience, that the heart 'Mid lesser ills, illume. - Thy Victims rove Unquiet as the Ghost that haunts the Grove Where MURDER spilt the life-blood. - O! thy dart Kills more than Life, - e'en all that makes Life dear; Till we "the sensible of pain" wou'd change For Phrenzy, that defies the bitter tear; Or wish, in kindred callousness, to range Where moon-ey'd IDIOCY, with fallen lip, Drags the loose knee, and intermitting step. July 1773.
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