Jigging veins of rhyming mother wits.
He that loves pleasure must for pleasure fall.
While money doesn't buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position.
O, thou art fairer than the evening air clad in the beauty of a thousand stars.
Where both deliberate, the love is slight: Who ever lov'd, that lov'd not at first sight?
Virtue is the fount whence honour springs.