...lest too light winning make the prize light.
Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear; Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.
Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a feast.
Tis safter to be that which we destroy Than by destruction dwell in doubtful joy.
We must love men, ere to us they will seem worthy of our love.
Love sees with the heart and not with mind.