Thus, if we will turn through the pages of our books, we will see
everywhere the marks of love upon men's minds. It is a rude bath, which
when we have grown more accustomed to the waters, delights and
satisfies, and in our sleep our dreams are beautiful. It is natural, and
therefore need not be called laudable--though if it were not a part of
our development, schools of love would be a necessity, to teach men how
to love without scandal in the sight of God.