O subtle love! a thousand wiles thou hast, by humble suit, by service, or by hire, to win a maiden's hold,--a thing soon done, for nature framed all women to be won.
As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.
Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.
Love is when you don't have to be with another person to touch their heart!
It is the fortunate who should extol fortune.