Heav'n, you're pleas'd to say, has made me beautiful,
and that to such a Degree, that you are forc'd, nay,
as it were compell'd to love me, in spite of your 
Endeavours to the contrary; and for the sake of that Love,
you say I ought to love you again.  Now, tho' I am sensible,
that whatever is beautiful is lovely, I cannot conceive,
that what is lov'd for being handsome, shou'd be bound
to love that by which 'tis lov'd, meerly because 'tis lov'd...
      --Marcella, _Don Quixote_