Every lover is a soldier. I gaze on thee, and yearnings, sad in my bosom hide. Love is a flame to burn out human wills. I know that I love thee, whatever thou art.
Love runs a headlong course to desperate madness. As pure in thought as angels are, to know her was to love her. Spare the rod. Spoil the child. In Heaven ambition cannot dwell.
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