I do not know if I love this woman, who, as you say, is a stranger to me, but it is true that my heart turns towards her like flowers to the sun.

Till to-day I had never seen her, yet when my eyes first fell upon her face yonder in that accursed grove, it seemed to me that I had been born only that I might find her.

It seemed to me even that for ages I had known her, that for ever she was mine and that I was hers.

Read me the riddle, Issachar?
Is this but passion born of youth and the sudden sight of a fair woman?
That cannot be, for I have known others as fair, and have passed through some such fires.

Tell me, Issachar, you who are old and wise and have seen much of the hearts of men, what is this wave that overwhelms me ?" "What is it, Prince?
It is witchery; it is the wile of Beelzebub waiting to snatch your soul, and if you hearken to it you shall pass through the fire--through the fire to Moloch, if not in the flesh, then in the spirit, which is to all eternity.