The lover's pleasure, like that of the hunter, is in the chase, and the brightest beauty loses half its merit, as the flower its perfume, when the willing hand can reach it too easily. There must be doubt; there must be difficulty and danger.
Walter ScottI will but confess the sins of my green cloak to my grey friar's frock, and all shall be well again.
Walter ScottWhere, where was Roderick then? One blast upon his bugle horn Were worth a thousand men.
Walter Scott