Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these. She a window flower. And he a winter breeze.

Love is a fleeting emotion, to reach true nirvana one must know themselves and forsake love, for it breeds contempt.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

True love is born from understanding.

I love thee, I love thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old.

I'll go find a shadow, and sigh till he come.