When Love Is Not Madness, It Is

But Whether It Be Dream Or Truth, To Do Well Is What Matters. If It Be Truth, For Truth's Sake. If Not, Then To Gain Friends For The Time When We Awaken.

At The Point When Affection Is Not Frenzy, It Is Not Adore.

Dreams Are Rough Copies Of The Waking Soul Yet Uncorrected Of The Higher Will, So That Men Sometimes In Their Dreams Confess An Unsuspected, Or Forgotten, Self; -since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, Are Akin In Missing Each That Salutory Rein Of Reason, And The Grinding Will Of Man.

What Law, What Reason Can Deny That Gift So Sweet, So Natural That God Has Given A Stream, A Fish, A Beast, A Bird?

When Love Is Not Madness, It Is Not Love.