IV. Love never stands still; it always increases--or diminishes.
X. Love is always an exile where avarice holds his dwelling.
Some seem so distinctly suggestive of a smirk beneath all this affected seriousness that one can hardly take them seriously.
XV. Every lover is accustomed to grow pale at the sight of his lady-love.
XVI. At the sudden and unexpected sight of his lady-love the heart of the true lover invariably palpitates.
XX. A real lover is always the prey of anxiety and malaise.
XXIII. A person who is the prey of love eats little and sleeps little.
This last is, of course, a rule not only venerable, but universal. One recalls Chaucer's Squire, "as fresshe as is the moneth of May," who "coude songes make, and wel endite;... so hote he loved that by nightertale he slep no more than doth the nightingale." Others of the troubadour statutes are frankly suggestive of that moral laxity, not to say obliquity of vision, of which we have spoken before.
I. Marriage cannot be pleaded as an excuse for refusing to love.
XI. It is not becoming to love those ladies who love only with a view to marriage.