There is a story told of Sa'di, that chivalrous and most ideal of poets, that he loved a girl very dearly; he admired and valued her more than all else in his life, so that there was nothing that he would not do for her sake. One day coming to see her he found her, though he could scarcely believe his eyes, in the arms of another; but going away quietly he took his stand at the gateway of her house. When the other man saw Sa'di standing there he thought, "Surely now, filled with jealousy he is waiting to kill me." But Sa'di, as he saw him approach, called: "Friend, be at peace. I am waiting to give you a word of good advice: that as I have seen and gone away quietly, so do you, if you should see her in the arms of another. For that is the way in which the wise love.'