If Pity come as Pity, bid her stay; But if in guise of Love, chase her away.
Passion is Love's blind guide, but the only one he hath.
Every veil secretly desires to be lifted, except the veil of Hypocrisy.
Wail not too wildly for expiring Love: The Love that dies was never quite alive.
Trust Love, nor fear to soar upon his track. The wings that bore to Heaven will bear thee back.
Would the atheist continue such, let him beware how he admits Love into his breast: for God will surely come along with him.