Part,  Dialogue

1   1,  1| sweetest flower of all my hopes.~Proud of thyself, unlovely
2   1,  2| the standard-bearer I;~My hopes are ice, and glowing my
3   1,  2| enthusiast, who says, "My hopes are ice and my desires are
4   1,  2|  he shivers in his frozen hopes and burns in his glowing
5   1,  4|   yourself about the vain hopes of others? Ought not Nature
6   2,  1|   and the woe~Of vanished hopes, of joy and all delight.~
7   2,  5| With false and flattering hopes,~Our bosoms has encumbered