One cannot be wise and in love at the same time, said the poet. And what is the implication? That love obviously is a past time and an occupation for fools. Oh well, poets in general seemed to have had a sorry time of love when you consider their verses on the subject, And yet, there would seem to be a melancholy strain of truth in their singing—after all, how many deliriously happy lovers do you know?
When asked who loves better, an old man or a young one the philosopher replied an old man, for he loves with his weakness which grows stronger. While a young man loves with his strength, which grows weaker. Old man, young man, weak man or strong, love makes fools or saints of us all.