Ah! Wretched and too solitary he who loves not his own company.
Beauty, thou wild fantastic ape Who dost in every country change thy shape!
Lukewarmness I account a sin, as great in love as in religion.
All the world's bravery that delights our eyes is but thy several liveries.
Man is too near all kinds of beasts,--a fawning dog, a roaring lion, a thieving fox, a robbing wolf, a dissembling crocodile, a treacherous decoy, and a rapacious vulture.
Fill the bowl with rosy wine, around our temples roses twine, And let us cheerfully awhile, like wine and roses, smile.