A Quote by Walter Scott

For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of Lochinvar. — © Walter Scott
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of Lochinvar.
So faithful in love, and so dauntless in war, There never was knight like young Lochinvar.
The next day, to the joy of all of Arthur's court, Sir Gareth was wed to the fair Lady Lyonesse of Cornwall. All who beheld the couple declared that ne'er had so handsome a knight wed so beautiful a maiden. At the same time, Sir Gaheris was wedded to the Lady Lynet, younger sister to the Lady Lyonesse. They looked alright too.
O come ye in peace here, or come ye in war, Or to dance at our bridal, young Lord Lochinvar?
If wed known we were going to be The Beatles wed have tried harder.
Fair is fair; all love is war.
If you would wed, wed. If not, take your pleasure where you find it. There's little enough of it in this world." - Oberyn
I looked up at Ellen and her not-glowing pentagram. "Harm none is the rule, Ellen: bad witch, no cookie.
All's fair in love and war.
He who dallies is a dastard, He who doubts is damned.
If you did wed my sister for her wealth, Then for her wealth's sake use her with more kindness; Or, if you like elsewhere, do it by stealth; Muffle your false love with some show of blindness; Let not my sister read it in your eye; Be not thy tongue thy own shame's orator; Look sweet, speak fair, become disloyalty; Apparel vice like virtue's harbinger; Bear a fair presence, though your heart be tainted; Teach sin the carriage of a holy saint; Be secret-false.
All's fair in love, war and ride-sharing.
All is fair in love, war and tax evasion.
All is fair in love and war and Parliamentary procedure.
I mentioned Ellen Page on Twitter in a tweet. It was like, "I met Ellen Page last night and she's so beautiful and lovely!" So then we started talking.
Love is universal migraine, A bright stain on the vision Blotting out reason. Symptoms of true love Are leanness, jealousy, Laggard dawns; Are omens and nightmares - Listening for a knock, Waiting for a sign: For a touch of her fingers In a darkened room, For a searching look. Take courage, lover! Could you endure such pain At any hand but hers?
Well, all's fair in love, war and fooling the critics.
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