Let's meet as little as we can
Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.
Life every man holds dear; but the dear man holds honor far more precious dear than life.
In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life.
Thy wish was father, Harry, to that thought.
This passion, and the death of a dear friend, would go near to make a man look sad.