The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb,
So, when affections yield discourse, it seems
The bottom is but shallow whence they come:
They that are rich in words must needs discover
They are but poor in that which makes a lover.
SIR W. RALEIGH.
—— Love is nature's second sun
Causing a spring of virtues where he shines.
And, as without the sun, the world's great eye,