Naught sweeter is than love. Whom that doth bless
Regardeth all things less.
If thou first taste of love, then shalt thou see
Honey shall bitter be!
What roses are, they never know, who miss
Fair Cytherea's kiss.
--_Nossis, Greek._
_Translated by Lilla Cabot Perry._
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How often love is maintained by wealth:
When all is spent adversity then breeds
The discontent.
--_Herrick._
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The moment one is in love one becomes so amiable.
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