Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

Forgive! How many will say, forgive, and find a sort of absolution in the sound to hate a little longer!

Every man, for the sake of the great blessed Mother in Heaven, and for the love of his own little mother on earth, should handle all womankind gently, and hold them in all Honor.

As she fled fast through sun and shade The happy winds upon her play'd, Blowing the ringlet from the braid.

Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death.

Sweet is true love that is given in vain, and sweet is death that takes away pain.

For love reflects the thing beloved.