Besides, what do you want me to tell you?
Would you like to know that I'm such a block, a clod, that no other eye but yours takes any pleasure in looking at me?
Or would you like to hear that I am a sort of hermit who has wandered in disguise through seven kingdoms and casts down his eyes whenever he encounters a petticoat?
Or that I cross myself and turn away whenever a woman looks at me?
Or shall I tell you: in such and such a place I nipped the white cheeks of a pretty blonde, and in such and such a place the coquettrie of a pair of blue eyes made me forget myself, and in such another place I bedded my intoxicated head in the arms of a brunette ?--and that after wandering through seven kingdoms I have found no lovelier girl than my own enchanting Anicza ?" The girl could neither reply nor scold, for her mouth was closed fast with kisses.
"You know I am very jealous," she said at last, when she was able to tear herself free.

"I do not love as others love.

I can only think of you and your love.

I am neither hungry nor thirsty but only--in love.

I am never weary, I scarcely know that I am working, for love makes me sing and sing all day.