As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.
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.
It is the fortunate who should extol fortune.
He, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.
Fortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.