But Fate does iron wedges drive,And always crowds itself betwixt.
My love is of a birth as rareAs 'tis, for object, strange and high;It was begotten by DespairUpon Impossibility.
He nothing common did or mean Upon that memorable scene.
My vegetable love will growVaster than empires, and more slow.
Self-preservation, nature's first great law, all the creatures, except man, doth awe.