"She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an ear..."
"To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above..."
"Le commencement et le déclin de l'amour se font sentir par l'embarras où l'on est de se trouver seuls..."
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