Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
From Thomas Moore
Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
No, there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
The light, that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing.
My only books were woman's looks, and folly's all they've taught me.
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