I have smelt all the aromas there are in the fragrant kitchen they call Earth; and what we can enjoy in this life, I surely have enjoyed just like a lord!
Oh, what lies there are in kisses.
It is only kindred griefs that draw forth our tears, and each weeps really for himself.
Music is a strange thing. I would almost say it is a miracle.
The fountain of love is the rose and the lily, the sun and the dove.
I bequeath all my property to my wife on the condition that she remarry immediately. Then there will be at least one man to regret my death.