A lover’s soul lives in the body of his mistress.
Love thou, and if thy love be deep as mine, thou wilt not laugh at poets.
Where shall the lover rest?
Alas! They had been friends in youth, but whispering tongues can poison truth.
What is life, when wanting love?
How wise are they that are but fools in love!
Friendship is constant in all other things.
As Old Time makes these decay, so his flames must waste away.
To be wise and eke to love, is granted scarce to gods above.
Come hither, sweet maids, there’s a bridge below.
Each other every wish they give; not to know love is not to live.
My heart is harmless as my life’s first day.
My heart is harmless as my life’s first day.
Love is much in winning, yet is more in loosing.
He would love, she would not.
If you wish to put an end to love, attend to business. Love yields to employment.
My strange thoughts
I’m totally exhausted. My job is never enjoyable. I’m not getting any sleep. I am just like a zombie.
It’s a 25 minute drive just one direction to work. And then, I am putting in 11 hour days. By the time I arrive home and unwind I have like 3 hours to myself before I have to get to bed.
I need more sleep.
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