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.

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

A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.

Love is when you don't have to be with another person to touch their heart!

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

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

Any time not spent on love is wasted.