“Love, who is most beautiful among the immortal gods, the melter of limbs, overwhelms in their hearts the intelligence and wise counsel of all gods and all men.Hesiod
“But strictly held by none, is loosely bound By countless silken ties of love and thought To everything on earth the compass round, And only by one’s going slightly taut In the capriciousness of summer air Is of the slightest bondage made aware. Robert Frost
“That old black magic has me in its spell, That old black magic that you weave so well. Those icy fingers up and down my spine, The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet mine. Johnny Mercer