I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you.
The unconquerable pang of despised love.
Farewell love, and all thy laws for ever.
Love is a lock that links noble minds.
Love is a flame to set the will on fire.
How happy are lovers, how pleasing their pain.
None ever loved, but at first sight they loved.
As Old Time makes these decay, so his flames must waste away.
Love taught him shame, and shame with love at strife.
Alas! The love of women! It is known to be a lovely and a fearful thing.