I'm tired of praise; and love is very sweet, when it is simple and sincere like this.

life and love are very precious when both are in full bloom.

hither,hither, from thy home,airy sprite, i bid thee come! born of roses, fed on dew, charms and potions canst thow brew? bring me here, with elfin speed,the fragment philter witch i need; make it sweet and swift and stong, spirite amserw now my song hither i come, from my airy home, afar silver moon. take magic spell, and use it well. or its powers will vanish soon!

A faithful friend is a strong defense; And he that hath found him hath found a treasure.

I'm afraid I couldn't like him without a spice of human naughtiness.

Where's the use of looking nice, when no one sees me but those cross midgets, and no one cares whether I'm pretty or not?

Love is a great beautifier.