We shall not always plant while others reap
Give but a grain of the heart's rich seed, Confine some under cover, And when love goes, bid him God-speed. And find another lover.
Never love with all your heart, It only ends in aching.
The loss of love is a terrible thing; They lie who say that death is worse.
All day long and all night through, One thing only must I do: Quench my pride and cool my blood, Lest I perish in the flood.
I have a rendezvous with life.