His folly has not fellow Beneath the blue of day That gives to man or woman His heart and soul away.

When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, 'The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain; 'Tis paid with sighs a plenty And sold for endless rue.' …

Oh, when I was in love with you Then I was clean and brave, And miles around the wonder grew How well did I behave. And now the fancy passes by And nothing wil…

When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, 'Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away.'

There's no regret more painful than the regret of things that never were.

The combination was irresistible even if he hadn't loved her desperately. (more than she loves me, he sometimes admitted to himself.) He did love her desperate…

But I wanted marriage for myself. I was not calculating about it. I wish I was more calculating.