Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.

I confess I love littleness almost in all things. A little convenient estate, a little cheerful house, a little company, and a little feast.

All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.

Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.

Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.

As for being much known by sight, and pointed out, I cannot comprehend the honor that lies withal; whatsoever it be, every mountebank has it more than the best doctor.

Curiosity does, no less than devotion, pilgrims make.