No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.
Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.
If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.
Whence is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil?
She who has never lov'd, has never liv'd.
But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.