In many ways doth the full heart reveal The presence of the love it would conceal.

Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like; Friendship is a sheltering tree.

I counted two and seventy stenches, All well defined, and several stinks.

Nought cared this Body for wind or weather When Youth and I lived in't together.

Maid of Athens, ere we part, Give, oh give me back my heart!

'The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries.'

My heart was a habitation large enough for many guests, but lonely and chill, and without a household fire. I longed to kindle one! It seemed not so wild a dre…