No, no, let us think with consideration, and consider with acknowledging, and acknowledge with admiration, and admire with love, and love with joy in the midst of all woes ; let us in such sort think, I say, that our poor eyes were so enriched as to behold, and our low hearts so exalted as to love, a maid who is such, that as the greatest thing the world can show is her beauty, so the least thing that may be praised in her is her beauty.

He travels safe and not unpleasantly who is guarded by poverty and guided by love.

Love, one time, layeth burdens; another time, giveth wings.

Ring out your bells! Let mourning show be spread! For Love is dead.