Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -
Night's candles have burned out, and jocund day stands tiptoe on the misty mountaintops." Hope tinged with melancholy - like life.
The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger.
We have some salt of our youth in us.
This fellow pecks up wit, as pigeons peas; And utters it again when God doth please: He is wit's pedler; and retails his wares.
Farewell! God knows when we shall meet again.