Love is a child that talks in broken language, yet then he speaks most plain.
But dying is a pleasure / When living is a pain.
Few know the use of life before 'tis past.
For your ignorance is the mother of your devotion to me.
Great souls forgive not injuries till time has put their enemies within their power, that they may show forgiveness is their own.
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!