I do know when the blood burns, how prodigal the soul lends the tongue vows.
a young woman in love always looks like patience on a monument smiling at grief
Well, God give them wisdom that have it; and those that are fools, let them use their talents.
Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.
Now, infidel, I have you on the hip!
Yea from the table of my memory I'll wipe away all trivial fond records.