Poets are the only people to whom love is not only a crucial, but an indispensable experience, which entitles them to mistake it for a universal one. ↗
For what the lover would, that would the beloved; what she would ask of him that should he go before to grant. Without accord such as this, love is but a bond and a constraint. ↗
Love is a quicksilver word; though you see plainly where it is, you have only to put your finger on it to find that it is not there but someplace else. ↗