That quickening of the heart, that beat!How much it costs us! Yet each rising throbIs in its cause as its effect so sweet
Extracto de Juan and Haidée, de Lord Byron.
Love is not loveWhich alters when it alteration finds,Or bends with the remover to remove.It is the star to every wand'ring bark.
Extracto del Soneto 116, de William Shakespeare.