A bevy of fair women.

The superior man acquaints himself with many sayings of antiquity and many deeds of the past, in order to strengthen his character thereby.

Virtue that wavers is not virtue.

Her virtue and the conscience of her worth, That would be woo'd, and not unsought be won.

But pain is perfect misery, the worst Of evils, and excessive, overturns All patience.

But oh! as to embrace me she inclin'd, I wak'd, she fled, and day brought back my night.

And ever against eating cares Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse