I Can Give The Loser Leave To

A Blind Man Can't Forget The Eyesight He Lost, Show Me Any Beautiful Girl. How Can Her Beauty Not Remind Me Of The One Whose Beauty Surpasses Hers?

Many A True Word Hath Been Spoken In Jest.

Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is.

Some Falls The Means Are Happier To Rise.

Scorn, At First, Makes After-love The More.