What is man's love? His vows are broke even while his parting kiss is warm.
It is a rich storehouse for those who love quotations. It is as full of fine bon mots as a Christmas pudding is full of plums.
I sorrow that all fair things must decay.
Beauty,--the fading rainbow's pride.
I cannot spare the luxury of believing that all things beautiful are what they seem.
None knew thee but to love thee.