How can you know my sorrow? Love lessens the woman's delicacy and increases the man's.
Everybody in love is blind. Pride, fame, ambition, all fill the man's heart. He who has fostered the sweet poison of love by fondling it, finds it too late to refuse the yoke which he has of his own accord assumed. How can I tell the many thousand ways by which the heart keeps the secrets it betrays?
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are. How happy are lovers, how pleasing their pain.
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