Often love itself stands amazed at its own divine audacity. Indeed,
Love loves to immolate itself for love. Knowing that
To love, nothing is common or unclean: for
Love, like charity, thinketh no evil. But—remember that
It is only the Uranian Aphrodite (5) that dares essay a divine audacity.
Nevertheless,
Love is the most vulnerable of the emotions, and
A love doubtful of itself would be cautiously accepted: it is not a fact that
To try to feel one's own pulse, is to make the heart beat irregularly?
So,
To try to see in a mirror the love light in one's own eyes, is to be-dim it. So, too,
If passion is not linked with affection—woe worth the day when the troth was plighted! But given passion linked with affection—ah!