For love is a flattering mischief, that hath denied aged and wise men a foresight of those evils that too often prove to be the children of that blind father; a passion, that carries us to commit errors with as much ease as whirlwinds move feathers, and begets in us an unwearied industry to the attainment of what we desire.
John Bunyan, Izaak Walton (2010). “The Pilgrim's Progress & the Lives of Donne and Herbert”, p.330, Cosimo, Inc.
