ABSTRACT
Victim to the delusions of passion, too well I know my danger, and now, even now foresee my miserable fate. 140 Too well I know, that the delicious poison which spreads through my frame exalts, entrances, but to destroy. Too well I know that the / meteor fire, which shines so bright on my path, entices me forward but to plunge me in the depths of infamy. The long warnings of recorded time teach me, that perjured man triumphs, disdains, and abandons. Too well, alas! I know these fatal truths; too well I feel my approaching doom. Yet, infatuated as I am, prescience avails not; the voice of prudence warns, the hand of Heaven beckons me in vain.
