4.
Once thou wert loved; thou didst not love again:
No sprightly brook of living water, thou!
But stagnant lake, disdaining on to flow,
To drench the banks or mingle with the main.
Thou art devoted to thyself, wilt take
No notice of the rest and hid'st thy beauty;
And still thou deem'st such avarice a duty!
Was it not giv'n thee for anothers sake?