(William Dyce, Paolo and Francesca)
So, lovers dream a rich and long delight,
But get a winter-seeming summer's night.
Our ease, our thrift, our honour, and our day,
Shall we for this vain bubble's shadow pay?
Hope not for mind in women; at their best
Sweetness, and wit, they are but Mummy, possess'd.
John Done, "Mummy or Love's Alchemy"