名人诗歌|The Clod and the Pebble

`Love seeketh not itself to please，

Nor for itself hath any care，

But for another gives its ease，

And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.'

So sung a little Clod of Clay，

Trodden with the cattle's feet，

But a Pebble^{1 of the brook2}

Warbled out these metres meet：

`Love seeketh only Self to please，

To bind^{3 another to its delight，}

Joys in another's loss of ease，

And builds a Hell in Heaven's despite.'