He plough'd her, and she cropp'd. >>
Death makes no conquest of this conqueror: For now he lives in fame, t >>
Oh, what a bitter thing it is to look into happiness through another m >>
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Love conquers all; let us surrender to Love. >>
We've got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant. You ca >>
To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days.