But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met or never parted We had ne'er been brokenhearted. Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies. A man lives by believing in something, not by debating and arguing about many things. He drew a circle that shut me out Heretic, rebel, a thing to flout.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
Always is to joy inclined, Lawless, winged, and unconfined, And breaks all chains from every mind. A man is as good as he has to be, and a woman is as bad as she dares. My only books Were woman's looks, And folly's all they've taught me. If this be error, and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.