...He now regrets his vain, his fruitless plan,
And sadly wonders at the faults of man.
'Tis now from beauty's torch he wheels aside,
And strives to soar above affection's tide;
'Tis now that sorrow feeds the worm of pain
With tears which never can the loss regain...

(from: On An Old Deluded Suitor https://allpoetry.com/On-An-Old-Deluded-Suitor )