Tasso and the poets followed.

Heroism, virtue, and love were destined to pour from their three vases at once into the soul of a woman destined to this triple palpitation of grand impressions.
In the midst of this fire in her soul her reason remained calm, and her purity spotless.

She scarcely owns to the slightest and fugitive emotions of the heart and senses.

"When as I read behind the screen which closed up my chamber from my father's apartment," she writes, "my breathing was at all loud, I felt a burning blush overspread my cheek, and my altered voice would have betrayed my agitation.

I was Eucharis to Telemachus, and Herminia to Tancred.