...There stern Religion quench'd th' unwilling flame, There dy'd the best of passions, Love and Fame. 4o Yet write, oh write me all, that I may join Griefs to thy griefs, and echo sighs to thine. Nor foes nor fortune take this pow'r away; And is my Abelard less kind than they? Tears...
No happier task these faded eyes pursue ; To read and weep is all they now can do. Then share thy pain... 
