Like any lover, he desired to please; suffered agonies at the thought of failure.

As it is, the lover of inquiry must follow his beloved wherever it may lead him.

Lover's heart and eye will have gone toward the beloved.
Let me render my heart a slave, it may happen that I join the beloved.

For, once he thrilled with high romance And tuned to love his eager voice. Like any cavalier of France He wooed the maiden of his choice. And now deep in his weary heart Are sacred flames that whitely burn. He has of Heaven's grace a part Who loves, who is beloved in turn.

Let the husband render to his wife the affection owed her, and likewise also the wife to her husband.

He follows his heart's desire, but having found what he sought he wanders round to everyone's door with his song and speech, so that all can admire the hero as he does, be proud of the hero as he is.

A servant wants to be rewarded for what he does. A lover wants only to be in love's presence, that ocean whose depth will never be known.

Translation: He ploughs the waves, sows the sand, and hopes to gather the wind in a net, who places his hopes on the heart of woman.

Each one of a pair of lovers fashions himself to meet the other's requirements — endeavors by a continual effort to resemble that idol of himself which he beholds in the other's heart.... Whoever really loves abandons all sincerity.

... who cares for a general compliment more than a general lover.

You attract what you need like a lover

The heart of the jealous knows the best and the most satisfying love, that of the other's bed, where the rival perfects the lover's imperfections. Fancy gallops to take part in that duel, unconstrained by any certain articulation of the laws of that unseen game.

In love, there is always one who kisses and one who offers the cheek.” –French proverb

The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the other’s bed, where the rival perfects the lover’s imperfections.