Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.
I strongly wish for what I faintly hope; like the daydreams of melancholy men, I think and think in things impossible, yet love to wander in that golden maze.
They think too little who talk too much.
Whatever is, is in its causes just.
Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,- Sweet is pleasure after pain.
I am devilishly afraid, that's certain; but ... I'll sing, that I may seem valiant.