Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.
Alfred Lord TennysonAs the husband is the wife is; thou art mated with a clown, As the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.
Alfred Lord TennysonAs she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.
Alfred Lord Tennyson