is not so easy. But it is the better test of love; and perhaps also the
better preserver and replenisher of love. For

Little as people seem to be aware of it, love requires constant
replenishing: no flame can burn without a feeding oil, no pool overflow
with out a purling brook. Yet

The first ecstasies of love often blind both lover and lass to the care
necessary for the nurture of love. Indeed,

To many treat love as if it were a passing whim; whereas in sober reality
it is (or should be) a lasting emotion.

* * *

Love, with woman, is like the tides. And

Few women know the high-water mark of their love: they are always
harboring the belief that it may rise still higher; and often they await
that rise.

* * *

It is but the reflection of himself in his mistress that many a foolish
lover loves.

* * *

That aged spinster is a rare one who does not regret she did not accept
one of her lovers. But