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- Men are April when they woo, December when they wed.
- What if I were smiling and running into your arms? Would you see then what I see now?
- We know what we are, but know not what we may be.
- Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
- Lord, Lord, how subject we old men are to this vice of lying!
- Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
- What is past is prologue.
- Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
- We are time’s subjects, and time bids be gone.
- Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined.
- Uneasy lies the head that wears a crown.
- Maids want nothing but husbands, and when they have them, they want everything.