Do not keep the alabaster boxes of your love and tenderness sealed up until your friends are dead. Fill their lives with sweetness, speak cheering words while their ears can hear, and while their hearts can be thrilled and made happier by them.
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
Love's but a frailty of the mind, When 'tis not with ambition joined.
If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
Beauty is the lover's gift.
If there's delight in love, 'Tis when I see that heart, which others bleed for, bleed for me.
Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.