Even if he is free from faults, it is only bouderie that giveth me a taste of his conciliatory grace.

Though the tenderness of the beloved hath to wait a little, there is a charm in the pinprick that we feel in being pettish.

Is there a higher heaven than bouderie, provided that the beloved is one with us, even as the water with the land whereon it floweth?

In my very quarrel with my beloved lieth the engine that stormeth the defences of my heart.

Even when one is free from faults there is a delight when the arms of the beloved are withdrawn from one’s clasp.

Sweeter is digestion than the meal: even so is the lovers’ quarrel sweeter than the embrace.

It is the one who yieldeth first who is the winner in lovers’ quarrels: thou canst see it indeed at the hour of reconciliation.

Verily, will she give some piquancy to the delights of our embrace by just feigning a quarrel for some time?

Oh, let me enjoy her frowning and her pouting a little more! Only let night prolong her reign at my prayer.

Bouderie is the charm of love: and the charm of that again is the sweet embrace at its close.