Every love's the love before in a duller dress

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

Where's the man that could ease a heart like a satin gown?

Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.

I shudder at the thought of men....
I'm due to fall in love again