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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.