Love hath no wings, or none that I can see;
If he can fly—oh! bid him fly from me! —Cumberland.
Theophilus. (Book xiii. § 14, p. 900.)
He who affirms that lovers are all mad,
Or fools, gives no strong proof of his own sense;
For if from human life we take the joys
And the delights of love, what is there left
That can deserve a better name than death?
For instance, now, I love a music girl,