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 'Twere but to leap a thought even now! sand holds this sea; By paper is confined this fire: beware! Myself I honour, while I honour thee; In every act of thine is held a double care.

Fiends whisper, " Warn her not! Let fate proceed! And vanity were daunted for all time." In some sort 'twere a charitable deed: Make it a sacrifice, and 'tis sublime!

But no, though thou art silly, shallow, vain, 'Twere pity to despoil a thing so fair. Will it be done? Or shall I still refrain? O silly creature, suffer me to spare!

Author:Jean-François Marmontel. Love be Love, my best philosophers! As Motion is the regent Law of life, Even so 'tis Passion only which confers The power of Love. All contest is not strife. It is not peace, but death, where nothing stirs.