He can be killed by that violent fire. Love's work like lightning is done. If you can't play with chemical powders there is no trifling with love. A man can feasibly make the attempt to practice at swords with a friend, an accident happens and he gets hurt just like a real opponent. His very dexterity causes the error.
Love is just as perilous.
If you mustn't use an unsheathed sword, there is no trifling with love. A man can feasibly make the attempt to tame the wildest of beasts, and just when it seems a playful pet, he's a victim of its teeth. A beast, who can't control his acts, is accustomed to playing rough. If there's no frolic with an untamed brute, there is no trifling with love. There's nothing in this to admire.