No, make me mistress to the man I love; If there be yet another name more free More fond than mistress, make me that to thee!
No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her, but many a woman hate a man for being a friend to her.
In men, we various ruling passions find; In women, two almost divide the kind Those, only fixed, they first or last obey, The love of pleasure, and the love of sway.
Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!
How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot A heap of dust alone remains of thee 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!
How shall I lose the sin, yet keep the sense, and love the offender, yet detest the offence?
And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
Is it, in heav'n, a crime to love too well?
For when success a lover's toil attends,Few ask, if fraud or force attain'd his ends
It is very natural for a young friend and a young lover to think the persons they love have nothing to do but to please them.
True self-love and social are the same.
Judges and senates have been bought for gold; Esteem and love were never to be sold.
Love finds an altar for forbidden fires.
Is not absence death to those who love?
The world forgetting, by the world forgot. Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind! Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd
Wine lets no lover unrewarded go.
How vast a memory has Love!
Who dare to love their country, and be poor.
Curse on all laws, but those that love has made.