troth was plighted! But given passion linked with affection--ah!

Nothing, nothing is criminal to love; for love knows not conscience. Or
rather,

Love upsets all conventional conditions. For

Love creates a world of its own, a world populated by two--and these
make their own laws--or make none. So

A woman will imbrue her hands with blood, and a man will fling honor to
the winds, and yet the twain regard each other as impeccant and
impeccable.--Till Pippa passes; then,

Love always awakes to the fact that not even a community of two can live
without law; and that

Though human laws may be outraged, those divine may not. And assuredly,

The ideal love is the divine love. And, in ideal love,

Strange, strange, but true, in a great and ardent love, when at last that
is offered which was long sought, there supervenes upon the lovers a
great tenderness, which hesitates to make their own that for which they
yearned. Almost it were as if

A psychic monitor warned the conqueror to be clement, and the captive to
be kind. This

Tenderness is the worship of the soul by the soul. And