You may drive a dog off the King's armchair, and it will climb into th >>
We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we >>
This great misfortune -- to be incapable of solitude. >>
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope sev >>
Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steep >>
How like a winter hath my absence been. From thee, the pleasure of the >>
No man is so perfect, so necessary to his friends, as to give them no cause to miss him less.