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

A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.

As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.

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

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.