He made all countries where he came his own.

And nobler is a limited command, Given by the love of all your native land, Than a successive title, long and dark, Drawn from the mouldy rolls of Noah's Ark.

Love is love's reward.

I'm a little wounded but I'm not slain; I will lay me down for to bleed awhile, Then I'll rise and fight with you again

And love's the noblest frailty of the mind.

He loved me well: so well he could but die - To show he loved me better than his life; he lost it for me