There goes a saying, and 'twas shrewdly said, ''Old fish at table, but young flesh in bed.
Jarring interests of themselves create the according music of a well-mixed state.
A fly, a grape-stone, or a hair can kill.
Art still followed where Rome's eagles flew.
Beauty draws us with a single hair.
Those oft are stratagems which errors seem Nor is it Homer nods, but we that dream.