Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.

Bacchus ever fair and young, Drinking joys did first ordain. Bachus's blessings are a treasure, Drinking is the soldier's pleasure, Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure- Sweet is pleasure after pain.

Even kings but play; and when their part is done, some other, worse or better, mounts the throne.

Men's virtues I have commended as freely as I have taxed their crimes.

Truth is the object of our understanding, as good is of our will; and the understanding can no more be delighted with a lie than the will can choose an apparent evil.

As poetry is the harmony of words, so music is that of notes.

Pride - Lord of human kind