Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts. — James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
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Probably every lover imagines that his own love is pure, and that others love like beasts.

— James J. Wilhelm, The Cruelest Month: Spring, Nature, and Love in Classical and Medieval Lyrics
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