Sing, for faith and hope are high - None so true as you and I - Sing the Lovers' Litany: "Love like ours can never die!"
The reason why lovers and their mistresses never tire of being together is that they are always talking of themselves.
I could not love thee, dear, so much Loved I not honour more.
I love a lassie, a bonnie, bonnie lassie, She's as pure as the lily in the dell. She's as sweet as the heather, The bonnie, bloomin' heather, Mary, ma Scotch Blue-bell.
Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, or hills, or fields, Or woods and steepy mountains, yield.
He who for love hath undergone The worst that can befall, Is happier thousandfold than one Who never loved at all.
So dear I love him, that with him all deaths I could endure, without him live no life.
Love is often a fruit of marriage.
But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream.
The only victory over love is flight.
Love - a grave mental disease.
Everybody in love is blind.
Better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.
As one who cons at evening o'er an album all alone, And muses on the faces of the friends that he has known, So I turn the leaves of Fancy, till in shadowy design I find the smiling features of an old sweetheart of mine.
Love must have wings to fly away from love, And to fly back again.
Love is the fulfilling of the law.
The hours I spent with thee, dear heart, Are as a string of pearls to me; I could them over, every one apart, My rosary, my rosary.
And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
Men have died from time to time, and worms have eaten them - but not for love.
Ay me! for aught that I ever could read, Could ever hear by tale or history, The course of true love never did run smooth.
