Oh Happiness! our being's end and aim! Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: That something still which prompts th'eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die.
Most sacred fire, that burnest mightily In living breasts, ykindled first above, Amongst th'eternal spheres and lamping sky, And thence poured into men, which men call Love.Edmund Spenser