Ecquid ago precibus? pectufne agrefte movetur ? Munera; quid laceras pectora nostra mora ? (Non tamen invenies, cur ego digna fuga.) 255 [O faltem miferae, Crudelis, epiftola dicat: Ut mihi Leucadiae fata petantur aquae.] Gods! can no pray'rs, no fighs, no numbers move 250 ARGUMENT. A BELARD and Eloïfa flourished in the twelfth Century; they were two of the most diftinguished perfons of their age in learning and beauty, but for nothing more famous than for their unfortunate paffion. After a long courfe of calamities, they retired each to a feveral Convent, and confecrated the remainder of their days to religion. It was many years after this feparation, that a letter of Abelard's to a Friend, which contained the hiftory of his misfortune, fell into the hands of Eloïfa. This awakening all her tenderness, occafioned those celebrated letters (out of which the following is partly extracted) which give fo lively a picture of the struggles of grace and nature, virtue and paffion. P. |