Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house...
Parting is such a sweet sorrow that I shall say goodnight till it be morrow.
The more I give to thee, the more I have.
Love looks not with eyes, but with the mind.
Do not tell me, for I've heard it all, there is too much to do...
There is occasions and causes why and wherefore in all things.
They say best men are molded out of faults, And, for the most, become much...
O curse of marriage that we can call these delicate creatures ours and not their...
How easy it is for the proper-false in woman's waxen hearts to set their forms!
There's no trust, no faith, no honesty, in men; all perjured, all forsworn, all nought,...
Suspicion always haunts the guilty mind.
Season's Greetings and best wishes for the New Year.
A ministering angel shall my sister be.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie.
A gentleman that loves to hear himself talk, will speak more in a minute than...
Our bodies are our gardens to which our wills are gardeners.
Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie Which we ascribe to heaven.
My love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, both...