A lover visiting his beloved brought out the poems which he had written to her, and read them at length. The verses dealt with what he thought of her, and how he felt about her attraction and beauty.
The lady said to him:
'Here you are, with me and able to perceive my qualities directly; but you insist upon expressing emotions which represent yourself, not me.'
'I am not your object; it is you who are the object of your own affections. It is you who stand between yourself and me.'
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