Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead; It is a flame which sinks for lack of fuel.
Love is a tyrant sparing none.
I love you much less than my God, but much more than myself.
If you betray me, can I take a better revenge than to love the person you hate?
It is hard to hate what one has loved, and a half-extinguished fire is soon relit.
I would tell you I love you, Sir, if I knew what it was to love.
Ah, though a Roman, I am not less a man.
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