A timid mind is apt to mistake every scratch for a mortal wound. - Lord Byron

In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.

"I Saw Thee Weep
(From "Hebrew Melodies")

I saw thee weep – the big bright tear
Came o’er that eye of blue;
And then methought it did appear
A violet dropping dew:
I see thee smile – the sapphire’s blaze
Beside thee ceased to shine;
It could not match the living rays
That filled that glance of thine.

As clouds from yonder sun receive
A deep and mellow dye,
Which scarce the shade of coming eve
Can banish from the sky,
Those smiles unto the moodiest mind
Their own pure joy impart;
Their sunshine leaves a glow behind
That lightens o’er the heart."

And gave no outward signs of inward strife,