Love and Friendship

Fair sister!
“Infant brother dear!
On the wing, on the wing?”
Wandering the wide world over
In search of a lover--there is no lover:
Lost as if the plague had been there!

“I’ve been seeking a friend!--there’s none below,
The world must soon to ruin go!
Written in sand are the oaths now spoken,
’Tis all lip-service, and promise broken;
My name is a cloak for thirst of gain!”

And mine for passion impure, profane!