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