Lost in the moment 'tis possess'd. - Lord Lansdowne. In spite of all the virtue we can boast, The woman who deliberates is lost. - From Addison's Cato . Love has never known a law Beyond its own sweet will. - From Whittier's Amy Wentworth . There is no disguise which can for long conceal love where it exists or simulate it where it does not. - From Rochefoucauld's maxims. Then there were sighs, the deeper for suppression, And stolen glances, sweeter for the theft, And burning blushes, tho' for no transgression, Tremblings when met, and reatlessness when left. - From Byron 's Don Juan .
All love is sweet, Given or returned.
Common as light is love, And its familiar voice wearies not ever. That is the prima-facie aspect of the case. We are happier in the passion we feel than in that we arouse. I do not mean the polite attention, the gallantry, without hope or design, which has originated in the spirit of chivalry, and is interwoven with the texture of French manners. I understand by this passion the union of desire, friendship, and tenderness, which is inflamed by a single female, which prefers her to the rest of her sex, and which seeks her possession as the supreme or the sole happiness of our being. - From Gibbon's Autobiography .