EV'RY youth for love's sweet portion sighs, br br Ev'ry maiden sighs to win man's love; br Why, alas! should bitter pain arise br br From the noblest passion that we prove? br br Thou, kind soul, bewailest, lov'st him well, br br From disgrace his memory's saved by thee; br Lo, his spirit signs from out its cell: br br BE A MAN, NOR SEEK TO FOLLOW ME.