The first scenes of Shakespeare's _Romeo_ form an admirable picture;
there is so vast a gap between the man who says sorrowfully to himself:
"She hath forsworn to love," and he who cries out in the height of
happiness: "Come what sorrow can!"
[1] Danger of Henry Morton in the Clyde. (_Old Mortality_, Vol. IV,
Chap. X.)
[2] Of the over-extolled Lord Byron.
[3] Merely in order to abbreviate, and with apologies for the new word.
[4] Madame Dornal and Serigny. _Confessions of le Comte_ ... of Duclos.
See the note to p. 50: death of General Abdallah at Bologna.
[5] I cried almost every day. (Precious words of the 10th of June.)
[6] Salviati.
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CHAPTER XXXIX
(Part III)
Her passion will die like a lamp for want of what the flame should
feed upon. (_Bride of Lammermoor_, II, Chap. VI.)]
The _friend in need_ must beware of faulty reasoning--for example, of
talking about ingratitude. You are giving new life to crystallisation,
by procuring it a victory and a new enjoyment.
In love there is no such thing as ingratitude; the actual pleasure
always repays, and more than repays, sacrifices that seem the greatest.
In love no other crime but want of honesty seems to me possible: one
should be scrupulous as to the state of one's heart.
The _friend in need_ has only to attack fair and square, for the lover
to answer:--
"To be in love, even while enraged with the loved one, is nothing less,
to bring myself down to your £ s. d. style, than having a ticket in
a lottery, in which the prize is a thousand miles above all that you
can offer me, in your world of indifference and selfish interests. One
must have plenty of vanity--and precious petty vanity--to be happy,
because people receive you well. I do not blame men for going on like
this, in their world, but in the love of Léonore I found a world where
everything was heavenly, tender and generous. The most lofty and almost
incredible virtue of your world counted, between her and me, only as
any ordinary and everyday virtue. Let me at all events dream of the
happiness of passing my life close to such a creature. Although I
understand that
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slander has ruined me, and that I have nothing to hope for, at least I
shall make her the sacrifice of my vengeance."
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