From “The Mountain of the Lovers”
LOVE scorns degrees; the low he lifteth high,
The high he draweth down to that fair plain
Whereon, in his divine equality,
Two loving hearts may meet, nor meet in vain;
’Gainst such sweet levelling Custom cries amain,
But o’er its harshest utterance one bland sigh,
Breathed passion-wise, doth mount...