The darkest day, If you live till tomorrow will have past away. >>
Remorse, the fatal egg that pleasure laid. >>
No one was ever scolded out of their sins. >>
Achilles absent was Achilles still! >>
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blot >>
Absence and a friendly neighbor washes away love. >>
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.