Knightly Love Is Blent With Reverence As

Marriage Must Be A Relation Either Of Sympathy Or Of Conquest.

The Very Truth Hath A Colour From The Disposition Of The Utterer.

Particular Lies May Speak A General Truth.

A Girl Of Eighteen Imagines The Feelings Behind The Face That Has Moved Her With Its Sympathetic Youth As Easily As Primitive People Imagined The Humors Of The Gods In Fair Weather. What Is She To Believe In If Not In This Vision Woven From Within?

...though There's Reasons In Things As Nobody Knows On---- That's Pretty Much What I've Made Out; Yet Some Folks Are So Wise They'll Find You Fifty Reasons Straight Off, And All The While The Real Reason's Winking At 'em In The Corner, And They Niver See't.