Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. - William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."
"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs."
"Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall."
"See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand That I might touch that cheek!"
"thus with a kiss I die"
"These violent delights have violent ends."
"O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)"