I had so fixed my heart upon her,
That whereso'er I fram'd a scheme of life
For time to come, she was my only joy
With which I used to sweeten future cares:
I fancy'd pleasures, none but one who loves
And doats as I did, can imagine like them.
1184
The secret _of being loved_ is _in being_ lovely, and the secret _of
being_ lovely, is _in being_ unselfish.
1185
A lover never sees the faults of the one he loves till the enchantment
is over.
1186