“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”

“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”

“Love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation”

“Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,But bears it out even to the edge of doom:If this be error and upon me proved,I never writ, nor no man ever loved”

“Much have we loved you... But (speechless) was our love, and with veils has it been veiled.Yet now it (cries aloud) unto you, and would stand revealed before you.And ever has it been that love knows not its own (depth) until .....THE HOUR OF SEPARATION.....”

“The sweetest honey is loathsome in its own deliciousness. And in the taste destroys the appetite. Therefore, love moderately.”

“The commonwealth is sick of their own choice;Their over-greedy love has surfeited.An habitation giddy and unsureHath he that buildeth on the vulgar heart.”