Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. |
Days of absence, sad and dreary, Clothed in sorrow's dark array, Days of absence, I am weary; She I love is far away. |
I stalk about her door like a strange soul upon the Stygian banks staying for wattage. |
A smile cures the wounding of a frown. |
Words without thoughts never to heaven go. |
The course of true love never did run smooth. |
The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what wise men do foolishly. |
Lawless are they that make their wills their law. |
Words are easy, like the wind; Faithful friends are hard to find. |
Love all, trust a few. |