Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.

True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.

Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.

Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.

None merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.

Virtue's guard is labor; ease, her sleep.

Any time not spent on love is wasted.