As what those ancient poets sing:
A fire celestial, chaste, refined,
Conceived and kindled in the mind;
Which, having found an equal flame,
Unites, and both become the same,
In different breasts together burn,
Together both, to ashes turn.
But women now feel no such fire,
And only know the gross desire.
Jonathan Swift (Cadenus and Vanessa, 1726)
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