“In his arms, my lady lay asleep, wrapped in a veil. He woke her then and trembling and obedient she ate that burning heart out of his hand. Weeping I saw him then depart from me.

“Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for her?  Find nourishment in the very sight of her?  I think so.  But would she see through the bars of his plight, and ache for him?”

— Dante Alighieri, La Vita Nuova, First Sonnet.

(Everyone else is quoting Shakespeare today; I just figured I’d go in the other direction.)