Control thy passions lest they take vengence on thee.
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
Who kills a man kills a reasonable creature, God’s image, but thee who destroys a good book, kills reason its self.
Help thyself and Heaven will help thee.
And though thou notest from thy safe recess old friends burn dim, like lamps in noisome air love them for what they are; nor love them less, because to thee they are not what they were.
There is no living with thee, nor without thee.
I could not love thee, dear, so much, loved I not honor more.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.
Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.