Two souls alas! dwell in my breast. - Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

When you see some evil you proceed to immediate action, you make an immediate attack to cure the symptom.

What is Classical is healthy; what is Romantic is sick.

Beloved, don't fret that you gave yourself so quickly!
Believe me, I don't think badly or wrongly of you.
The arrows of Love are various: some scratch us,
And our hearts suffer for years from their slow poison.
But others strong-feathered with freshly sharpened points
Pierce to the marrow, and quickly inflame the blood.
In the heroic ages, when gods and goddesses loved,
Desire followed a look, and joy followed desire.