'The princess has sent you these flowers out of her homely friendliness; not seeing you to speak her farewell, she, for the very reason that she can do it innocent of any meaning whatsoever, bids you be sure you carry her esteem with you.

Is the sun of blue heavens guilty of the shadow it casts?
Clear your mind.

She means nothing.

Warmth and beauty come from her, and are on you for the moment.

But full surely she is a thing to be won: she is human: did not her hand like a gentle snake seek yours, and detain it, and bear it away into the heart of her sleep ?--Be moderate.
Let not a thought or a dream spring from her condescension, lest you do outrage to her noble simplicity.