Love is a beautiful image Imagined or seen within the heart, The friend of virtue and gentility.
Read the heart and not the letter for the pen cannot draw near the good intent.
Heaven-born, the soul a heavenward course must hold; beyond the world she soars; the wise man, I affirm, can find no rest in that which perishes, nor will he lend his heart to ought that doth time depend
The power of one fair face makes my love sublime, for it has weaned my heart from low desires.
If in my youth I had realized that the sustaining splendour of beauty of with which I was in love would one day flood back into my heart, there to ignite a flame that would torture me without end, how gladly would I have put out the light in my eyes.
