C. P. William

“ So numerous, so sweet, and strange,
⁠Which give love half its zest.
The slender ring, the stolen tress,
⁠ (Inestimable prize!)
The loving glance, the shy caress:
If such as these be foolishness,
⁠I envy not the wise. ”

“ My love was faint and feeble then,
⁠And almost self-denied;
Yet still I’d jealous promptings when
I chanced to witness other men
⁠Attentive at her side.
And, oh! what jealous pangs I bore
⁠As love increased in force ”