Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.
Any time not spent on love is wasted.
Love is when you don't have to be with another person to touch their heart!
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.
A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.