The lips of the one I love are my perpetual pleasure.
We don't need sugar, flour or rice or anything else. We just want to see our dear ones.
On the neck of a young man sparkles no gem so gracious as enterprise.
What do sad people have in common? It seems they have all built a shrine to the past and often go there and do a strange wail and worship. What is the beginning of Happiness? It is to stop being so religious like that.
Now that all your worry has proved such an unlucrative business. Why not find a better job.
The beauty of You delights me. The sight of You amazes me. For the Pearl does this... and the Ocean does that.