I can understand the rural coolness, for Holland is a land without mystery.

Everything is plain and bare: a man in a balloon would know the amours of the whole populace.

What chance has Cupid when there are no groves?
But let Holland be afforested and her daughters would keep Etna burning warmly enough; for I am persuaded that it is not that they are cold but that the physical development of the country is against them..