If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.
But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.
Why is the hearse with scutcheons blazon'd round, And with the nodding plume of ostrich crown'd? No; the dead know it not, nor profit gain; It only serves to prove the living vain.
Fair words cost nothing.
Exercise thy lasting youth defends.
Give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation.