Soul is to be found in the vicinity of taboo.

Come o'er the sea, Maiden with me, Mine through the sunshine, storms and snows; Seasons may roll, But the true soul Burns the same, where'er it goes.

Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still.

Though the last glimpse of Erin with sorrow I see, Yet wherever thou art shall seem Erin to me; In exile thy bosom shall still be my home, And thine eyes make my climate wherever we roam.

Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.