1179
No disguise can long conceal love where it is, nor feign it where it is not.
—Rochefoucauld.
1180
LOVE.
Naught sweeter is than love. Whom that doth bless
Regardeth all things less.
If thou first taste of love, then shalt thou see
Honey shall bitter be!
What roses are, they never know, who miss
Fair Cytherea's kiss.
—Nossis, Greek.
Translated by Lilla Cabot Perry.
1181
How often love is maintained by wealth:
When all is spent adversity then breeds
The discontent.