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A man in love is not complete until he is married. Then he is finished.
A man in love is not complete until he is married. Then he is finished.
Lovers eminent in love Ever diversities combine; The vocal chords of the cushat-dove, The snake's articulated spine. Such elective elements read more
Lovers eminent in love Ever diversities combine; The vocal chords of the cushat-dove, The snake's articulated spine. Such elective elements Educate the eye and lip With one's refreshing innocence, The other's claim to scholarship. The serpent's knowledge of the world Learn, and the dove's more naïve charm; Whether your ringlets should be curled, And why he likes his claret warm.
Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has read more
Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having someone to call their read more
Even the rich are hungry for love, for being cared for, for being wanted, for having someone to call their own.
She lovede Right fro the firste sighte.
She lovede Right fro the firste sighte.
And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as
unto children, My son, despise not thou the read more
And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as
unto children, My son, despise not thou the chastening of the
Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him:
For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son
whom he receiveth.
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite read more
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
