There’s no hate lost between us.
Who loves law, dies either mad or poor.
He travels best that knows when to return.
Virtue itself offends when coupled with forbidding manners.
The treasures of the deep are not so precious as are the concealed comforts of a man locked up in woman’s love: I scent the air of blessings when I come but near the house.
Topics: Marriage, Love
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