Leave war to others; 'tis Protesilaus' part of love.
Ere land and sea and the all-covering sky Were made, in the whole world the countenance Of nature was the same, all one, well named Chaos, a raw and undivided mass, Naught but a lifeless bulk, with warring seeds Of ill-joined elements compressed together.
Dear to the heart of a girl is her own beauty and charm.
When the heart is sick it cannot bear the slightest annoyance.
I can't live without you or with you.
What ignorance there is in human minds.