Lost is the time that you don't spend for love.
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.
He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.
It is the fortunate who should extol fortune.
A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.
True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.