Oh, Love Of Woman, You Are Known To Be A Passion Sent To Plague The Hearts Of Men; For Every One You Bring Felicity Bringing Rebuffs And Wretchedness To Ten. I Have Been Oft Where Human Life Sold Cheap And Seen Men'S Brains Spilled Out About Their Ears And Yet That Never Cost Me Any Sleep; I Lived Untroubled And I Shed No Tears. Fools Prate How War Is An Atrocious Thing; I Always Knew That Nothing It Implied Equalled The Agony Of Suffering Of Him Who Loves And Loves Unsatisfied. War Is A Refuge To A Heart Like This; Love Only Tells It What True Torture Is.