How can I tell the many thousand ways by which the heart keeps the secrets it betrays? Love is a credulous thing. Sweetheart, when you walk my way, be it dark or be it day. In all I wish, how happy should I be, grand Deluder, were it not for thee?
Repentance! Repentance! The world is wide, but love at last, our hands our hearts, must meet some day.
Love is ever sick, and yet is never dying. I wish you could invent some means to make me at all happy without you. Love grants in a moment what toil can hardly achieve in an age. Much ado there was, much misunderstanding there was.
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