Better be courted and jilted Than never be courted at all.

Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.

One moment may with bliss repay Unnumbered hours of pain.

Tis distance lends enchantment to the view, and robes the mountain in its azure hue.

Although no words can really help to ease the loss you bear, Just know that you are very close in every thought and prayer. To live in hearts we leave behind is not to die.

For Beauty's tears are lovelier than her smile.

Beauty's witching sway is now to me a star that's fallen-a dream that's passed away.