Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.
The glorious lamp of heaven, the radiant sun, Is Nature's eye.
If one must be rejected, one succeed, make him my lord within whose faithful breast is fixed my image, and who loves me best.
Deathless laurel is the victor's due.
Ill habits gather unseen degrees, as brooks make rivers, rivers run to seas.