Love, and a cough, cannot be hid. – George Herbert, Jacula Prudentum, 1651

Poetry spills from the cracks of a broken heart, but flows from one which is loved. – Christopher Paul Rubero

[M]y inexperienced heart was stormed. I… for a week or so lived on thought and tea. But who has not fasted thus long when first absorbed by the universal passion! – “Diary of a Surgeon,” in The Library of Fiction, or Family Story-Teller; consist