"Disadvantageous are thy terms of tryal;
"No longer Psyche then the rose forbear.
"What is to recompence the harsh denyal,
"But dreams of wand'ring thro' the fields of air.
"And joys, I know not what, I know not where!
"As eath, on leafy pinions borne the tree
"Mote rush into the skies, and flutter there,
"As thou soar yon, and quit thy due degree:
"Thou for this world wert made: this world was made for thee.