JULIET AND NOTHING BUT JULIET

A man may have several intimate friends, and a mother may dote on a

dozen or more children with equal affection; but romantic love is a

monopolist, absolutely exclusive of all participation and rivalry. A

genuine Romeo wants Juliet, the whole of Juliet, and nothing but

Juliet. She monopolizes his thoughts by day, his dreams at night; her

image blends with everything he sees, her voice with everything he

hears. His imagination is a lens which gathers together all the light

and heat of a giant world and focuses them on one brunette or blonde.

He is a miser, who begrudges every smile, every look she bestows on

others, and if he had his own way he would sail with her to-day to a

desert island and change their names to Mr. and Mrs. Robinson Crusoe.

This is not fanciful hyperbole, but a plain statement in prose of a

psychological truth. The poets did not exaggerate when they penned

such sentiments as these:

She was his life,

The ocean to the river of his thoughts,

Which terminated all.

--_Byron_.

Thou art my life, my love, my heart,

The very eyes of me,

And hast command of every part,

To live and die for thee.

--_Herrick_.

Give me but what that ribband bound,

Take all the rest the world goes round.

--_Waller_.

But I am tied to very thee

By every thought I have;

Thy face I only care to see

Thy heart I only crave.

--_Sedley_.

I see her in the dewy flowers,

Sae lovely sweet and fair:

I hear her voice in ilka bird,

Wi' music charm the air:

There's not a bonnie flower that springs

By fountain, shaw, or green;

There's not a bonny bird that sings,

But minds me o' my Jean.

--_Burns_.

For nothing this wide universe I call

Save thou, my rose: in it thou art my all.

--_Shakspere_.

Like Alexander I will reign,

And I will reign alone,

My thoughts shall evermore disdain

A rival on my throne.

--_James Graham_.

Love, well thou know'st no partnerships allows.

Cupid averse, rejects divided vows.

--_Prior_.

O that the desert were my dwelling-place,

With one fair spirit for my minister,

That I might all forget the human race

And, hating no one, love but only her.

--_Byron_.

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