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.
Love is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.
Virtue's guard is labor; ease, her sleep.
A friend giveth sympathy in trouble.
True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does.