Ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize.
So shall the world go on, To good malignant, to bad men benign, Under her own weight groaning.
Beauty is nature's brag, and must be shown in courts, at feasts, and high solemnities, where most may wonder at the workmanship.
What hath night to do with sleep?
He 's gone, and who knows how he may report Thy words by adding fuel to the flame?
Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.