It has been my experience that the folly of the romantic fool has an expiration date — at least with respect to any given object of his folly, if not with respect to his propensity to make a fool of himself in matters amorous. The wayward heart is fickle. The older and wiser see the need for the custody of the heart, but to attain the insight is one thing, to play the custodian another. Popular music testifies eloquently to the problem.
Fools rush in, where wise men never go;
But wise men never fall in love;
So how are they to know?Wise men say
Only fools rush in;
But I can't help
Falling in love with you.