"The sacred lowe of well-placed love,
Luxuriously indulge it;
But never tempt th' illicit rove
Tho' naething should divulge it;
I waive the quantum of the sin
The hazard of concealing;
But, och! it hardens a' within,
And petrifies the feeling."
'What we had of sex was limited;
what we had of love seems,
in my recollection,
to have been illimitable
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