Rules only make sense if they are both kept and broken. Breaking the rule is one way of observing it.

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.

Friendship demands attention.

Whoever loveth me, loveth my hound.

They wonder much to hear that gold, which in itself is so useless a thing, should be everywhere so much esteemed, that even men for whom it was made, and by whom it has its value, should yet be thought of less value than it is.

A little wonton money, which burned out the bottom of his purse.

This hath not offended the king.

Nay, tempt me not to love again There was a time when love was sweet Dear Nea had I known thee then, Our souls had not been slow to meet But oh this weary heart hath run So many a time the rounds of pain, Not even for thee, thou lovely one Would I endure such pangs again.

Why dost thou gaze upon the sky O that I were yon spangled sphere Then every star should be an eye, To wander o’er thy beauties here.