No man has ever lived that had enough Of children's gratitude or woman's love.
I think a man and a woman should choose each other for life, for the simple reason that a long life with all its accidents is barely enough for a man and a woman to understand each other and in this case to understand is to love.
O love is the crooked thing,There is nobody wise enoughTo find out all that is in it.
But is there any comfort to be found Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say.
Who mocks at music mocks at love.
A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love.
Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all that is in it, for he will be thinking about love til the stars run away and the shadows eaten the moon...
Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love.
A woman can be proud and stiffWhen on love intentBut Love has pitched his mansion inThe place of excrementFor nothing can be sole or wholeThat has not been rent.
In wise love each defines the secret self of the other, and refusing to believe in the mere daily self, creates a mirror where the lover or the beloved sees an image to copy in daily life for love also creates the Mask.
The hour of the waning of love has beset us,And weary and worn are our sad souls nowLet us part, ere the season of passion forget us,With a kiss and a tear on thy drooping brow.
Unwearied still, lover by lover, They paddle in the cold Companionable streams or climb the air Their hearts have not grown old.
The Mask 'Put off that mask of burning gold With emerald eyes.' 'O no, my dear, you make so bold To find if hearts be wild and wise, And yet not cold.' 'I would but find what's there to find, Love or deceit.' 'It was the mask engaged your mind, And after set your heart to beat, Not what's behind.' 'But lest you are my enemy, I must enquire.' 'O no, my dear, let all that be, What matter, so there is but fire In you, in me'
Players and painted stage took all my love, And not those things that they were emblems of.
Everything that man esteems Endures a moment or a day. Love's pleasure drives his love away, The painter's brush consumes his dreams.
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