Scratch a king and find a fool!

She will never win him, whose words had shown she feared to lose.

I was always sweet, at first. Oh, it's so easy to be sweet to people before you love them.

Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.

Because your eyes are slant and slow, Because your hair is sweet to touch, My heart is high again; but oh, I doubt if this will get me much.

It was written without fear and without research.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.