Lost is the time that you don't spend for love.
Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.
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.
A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.
Love is when you don't have to be with another person to touch their heart!
Fortune rarely accompanies anyone to the door.