In her first passion woman loves her lover, In all the others all she loves is love - Lord Byron

Oh, God! it is a fearful thing
To see the human soul take wing
In any shape, in any mood.

A little still she strove, and much repented,
And whispering “I will ne'er consent” — consented.

And this the world calls frenzy; but the wise
Have a far deeper madness, and the glance
Of melancholy is a fearful gift;
What is it but the telescope of truth?
Which strips the distance of its fantasies,
And brings life near in utter nakedness,
Making the cold reality too real!