Don Juan 03-002
Canto the Third

II

Oh, Love! what is it in this world of ours
     Which makes it fatal to be loved? Ah, why
With cypress branches hast thou wreathed thy bowers,
     And made thy best interpreter a sigh?
As those who dote on odours pluck the flowers,
     And place them on their breast?but place to die?
Thus the frail beings we would fondly cherish
Are laid within our bosoms but to perish.

George Gordon Byron, Lord Byron (1788-1824)
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