Grief should be the instructor of the wise; Sorrow is Knowledge.
Dreading that climax of all human ills the inflammation of his weekly bills.
If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad.
My heart in passion, and my head on rhymes.
Man's love is of man's life a part; it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.
Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.