TWO YEARS LATER
 
 HAS no one said those daring
 Kind eyes should be more learn'd?
 Or warned you how despairing
 The moths are when they are burned?
 I could have warned you; but you are young,
 So we speak a different tongue.
 O you will take whatever's offered
 And dream that all the world's a friend,
 Suffer as your mother suffered,
 Be as broken in the end.
 But I am old and you are young,
 And I speak a barbarous tongue.