I die but first I have possessed, And come what may, I have been blessed.

Grief is fantastical, and loves the dead, And the apparel of the grave.

The fact is that my wife if she had common sense would have more power over me than any other whatsoever, for my heart always alights upon the nearest perch.

There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men. A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!

Sometimes we are less unhappy in being deceived by those we love, than in being undeceived by them.

Her great merit is finding out mine; there is nothing so amiable as discernment.

And what is writ is writ - / Would it were worthier!