An Acrostic

Elizabeth it is in vain you say
“Love not”⁠—thou sayest it in so sweet a way:
In vain those words from thee or L. E. L.
Zantippe’s talents had enforced so well:
Ah! if that language from thy heart arise,
Breathe it less gently forth⁠—and veil thine eyes.
Endymion, recollect, when Luna tried
To cure his love⁠—was cured of all beside⁠—
His folly⁠—pride⁠—and passion⁠—for he died.