Ev'Ry Youth For Love'S Sweet Portion Sighs, Ev'Ry Maiden Sighs To Win Man'S Love; Why, Alas! Should Bitter Pain Arise From The Noblest Passion That We Prove? Thou, Kind Soul, Bewailest, Lov'St Him Well, From Disgrace His Memory'S Saved By Thee; Lo, His Spirit Signs From Out Its Cell: Be A Man, Nor Seek To Follow Me.