Sometimes a woman will give her heart to one man and her troth to
another. Besides,

Many a heart is hard to read--especially if it is a palimpsest. Indeed,
many are illegible to their owners. Nevertheless,
That the woman should not know her own heart (as so often happens)
terrifies the woman as much as it exasperates the man. Yet,

That must be a curious love that causes the heart to hesitate. And yet,

Many a man has debated for months whether to propose or not; and
sometimes a woman will accept on a Friday the man that she refused
point-blank of a Tuesday. But perhaps,

Where the heart hesitates, it is not so much a case of love as a case of
convenience. For,

An overwhelming love leaves the heart of either doubt or debate. But
alas,

The human heart seems to be an anatomical engine of such intricate and
delicate mechanism that its workings are uncontrollable even by its
owner.

Is a constant heart as hard a thing to manufacture in the world of life
as is an immobile thing in the world of matter? And matter, so they say,
is immobile only at absolute zero--when bereft of even molecular motion:
a thing impossible to produce, and which to produce would require
incalculable pressure and almost incalculable cold.