Oh, Love! of whom great Caesar was the suitor,
Titus the master, Antony the slave,
Horace, Catullus, scholars—Ovid tutor—
Sappho the sage blue-stocking, in whose grave
All those may leap who rather would be neuter—
(Leucadia’s rock still overlooks the wave)—
Oh, Love! thou art the very God of evil,
For, after all, we cannot call thee Devil.