For truth has such a face and such a mien, as to be loved needs only to be seen.

Errors like straws upon the surface flow: Who would search for pearls must dive below.

Love is love's reward.

I'm a little wounded but I'm not slain; I will lay me down for to bleed awhile, Then I'll rise and fight with you again

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

He loved me well: so well he could but die - To show he loved me better than his life; he lost it for me