Walter Scott,
Redgauntlet: A Tale of the Eighteenth Century
“ And now, my dearest Alan, you are in full possession of my secret—let me as frankly into the recesses of your bosom. How do you feel towards this fair ignis fatuus, this lily of the desert? Tell me honestly; for however the recollection of her may haunt my own mind, my love for Alan Fairford surpasses the love of woman, I know, too, that when you DO love, it will be to Love once and love no more. A deep-consuming passion, once kindled in a breast so steady as yours, would never be extinguished but with life. ”
