There is a lady sweet and kind, was never face so pleased my mind. The more we love a mistress, the nearer we are to hating her. I gaze on thee, and yearnings, sad in my bosom hide. Come hither, sweet maids, there's a bridge below.
Is human love the growth of human will? I know not when the day shall be. Therefore, all hearts in love use their own tongues. The beginning and the end of love are both marked by embarrassment when the two find themselves alone.
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