Men At Some Time Are Masters Of

The Ostentation Of Our Love, Which, Left Unshown, Is Often Left Unloved.

How Many Cowards Whose Hearts Are All As False As Stairs Of Sand, Wear Yet Upon Their Chins The Beards Of Hercules And Frowning Mars, Who Inward Searched, Have Livers White As Milk!

Don't Waste Your Love On Somebody, Who Doesn't Value It.

Drown Thyself? Drown Cats And Blind Puppies.

They Do Not Love That Do Not Show Their Love. The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. Love Is A Familiar. Love Is A Devil. There Is No Evil Angel But Love.