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.
True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.
As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
None merits the name of Creator but God and the poet.
Any time not spent on love is wasted.
He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.