Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.

If you but knew the flames that burn in me which I attempt to beat down with my reason.

I am married and happy. My only wish is that nothing will change.

Unrequited love is not an affront to man but raises him.

Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.

Fearing no insult, asking for no crown, receive with indifference both flattery and slander, and do not argue with a fool.

My dreams, my dreams! What has become of their sweetness? What indeed has become of my youth?