Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.

Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.

I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.

Love`s reason`s without reason

And all this day an unaccustomed spirit lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.

For this relief, much thanks

By a divine instinct, men's minds mistrust ensuing danger; as, by proof, we see the waters swell before a boisterous storm.