O subtle love! a thousand wiles thou hast, by humble suit, by service, or by hire, to win a maiden’s hold,–a thing soon done, for nature framed all women to be won.
TORQUATO TASSOO subtle love! a thousand wiles thou hast, by humble suit, by service, or by hire, to win a maiden’s hold,–a thing soon done, for nature framed all women to be won.
TORQUATO TASSOPerhaps if only once you did enjoy The thousandth part of all the happiness A heart beloved enjoys, returning love, Repentant, you would surely sighing say, “All time is truly lost and gone Which is not spent in serving love.”
TORQUATO TASSOWomen have tongues of craft, and hearts of guile, They will, they will not; fools that on them trust; For in their speech is death, hell in their smile.
TORQUATO TASSOLove is when you don’t have to be with another person to touch their heart!
TORQUATO TASSOVirtue’s guard is labor; ease, her sleep.
TORQUATO TASSOIt is the fortunate who should extol fortune.
TORQUATO TASSOO happy, golden age! Not for that rivers ran With streams of milk, and honey dropped from trees.
TORQUATO TASSOLost is the time that you don’t spend for love.
TORQUATO TASSOA friend giveth sympathy in trouble.
TORQUATO TASSOThey make their fortune who are stout and wise, Wit rules the heavens, discretion guides the skies.
TORQUATO TASSONot for no cold did freeze, Nor any cloud beguile Th’eternal flowering spring
TORQUATO TASSOGrave was the man in years, in looks, in word, his locks were grey, yet was his courage green.
TORQUATO TASSOAs shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air.
TORQUATO TASSOLove is when he gives you a piece of your soul, that you never knew was missing.
TORQUATO TASSOAny time not spent on love is wasted.
TORQUATO TASSOHe, full of bashfulness and truth, loved much, hoped little, and desired naught.
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