This hobble of being alive is rather serious, don’t you think so? - Thomas Hardy

The daylight has nothing to show me, since you are not here, and I don't like to see the rooks and starlings in the fields, because I grieve and grieve to miss you who used to see them with me. I long for only one thing in heaven or earth or under the earth, to meet you my own dear! Come to me - come to me, and save me from what threatens me! - Your faithful heartbroken

But you are too lovely even to care to be kind as others are.

A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all. Circumspection and devotion are a contradiction in terms.