The monster London laugh at me.
Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.
All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
I would not fear nor wish my fate, but boldly say each night, to-morrow let my sun his beams display, or in clouds hide them; I have lived today.
Unbind the charms that in slight fables lie and teach that truth is truest poesy.