One fairer than my love! The all-seeing sun
Ne’er saw her match since first the world begun.”
Shakspere.
If you try to convince him that others have loved as ardently—and ceased to love, he will smile a cynical smile and then close his eyes and declaim melodramatically—
“And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a’ the seas gang dry—
Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi’ the sun.”—Burns.
In such hyperbolic effusions a lover sees no exaggeration, for they describe his feelings and convictions precisely as they are.
“What we mortals call romantic,