A wit should no more be sincere, than a woman constant; one argues a d >>
Music has charms to soothe the savage beast, to soften rocks, or bend >>
Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at >>
We who were loved will never unlive that crippling fever. >>
Love is the only bow of life's dark cloud. It is the Morning and Eveni >>
The love we give away is the only love we keep. >>
If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.