To live in hell and heaven to behold; To welcome life and die a living d**h; To sweat with heat, and yet be freezing cold; To grasp at stars and lie the earth beneath; To tread a maze that never shall have end; To burn in sighs and starve in daily tears; To climb a hill and never to descend; Giants to k**, and quake at childish fears; To pine for food, and watch th' Hesperian tree; To thirst for drink, and nectar still to draw; To live accursed, whom men hold blest to be, And weep those wrongs which never creature saw: If this be love, if love in these be founded, My heart is love, for these in it are grounded.