“Love is the only gold.”

“And what delights can equal thoseThat stir the spirit's inner deeps,When one that loves but knows not, reapsA truth from one that loves and knows?”

“Shall love be blamed for want of faith?”

“In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love.”

“Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with thoseThat loved me, and alone”

“Man is the hunter; woman is his game. The sleek and shining creatures of the chase, we hunt them for the beauty of their skins; they love us for it, and we ride them down.”

“O, were I loved as I desire to be!What is there in the great sphere of the earth,Or range of evil between death and birth,That I should fear, - if I were loved by thee!All the inner, all the outer world of pain,Clear love would pierce and cleave, if thou wert mine;As I have heard that somewhere in the mainFresh-water springs come up through bitter brine.‘I were joy, not fear, clasped hand in hand with thee,To wait for death - mute - careless of all ills,Apart upon a mountain, though the surgeOf some new deluge from a thousand hillsFlung leagues of roaring foam into the gorgeBelow us, as far on as eye could see.”