Go, Jealousy, Tormentress dire; <br />On Lovers only seize: <br />In Love, like Winds, you fan the Fire, <br />And make it higher blaze. <br /> <br />But Friendship's calmer, purer Joy <br />Thou dost not heighten, but destroy.<br /><br />Mary Barber<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-imagining-a-friend-had-treated-the-author-with-indifference/
