One hour of right-down love is worth an age of dully living on.

Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life

Each moment of a happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.

Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret.

If things on earth may be to heaven resembled, It must be love, pure, constant, undissembled.

Faith, sir, we are here today, and gone tomorrow.