Love bade me welcome, but my soul drew back

It adds to the glory both of soul and body

Only a sweet and virtuous soul, Like seasoned timber, never gives

Explain! Tell a man to explain how he dropped into hell! Explain my preference! I never had a preference for her, any more than I have a preference for breathing. No other woman exists by the side of her. I would rather touch her hand if it were dead, than I would touch any other woman's living.

The eyes have one language everywhere

Love and a cough cannot be hid.