"Can it be true?" — (she cried) — "Shall I be fain

  To follow one, that strives to hide and fly?

  Esteem a man that has me in disdain?

  Pray him that never hears my suppliant cry?

  Suffer who hates me o'er my heart to reign?

  One that his lofty virtues holds so high,

  'Twere need some heaven-born goddess should descend

  From realms above, his stubborn heart to bend?