Sweet intercourse of looks and smiles; for smiles from reason flow.

Let us no more contend, nor blame each other, blamed enough elsewhere, but strive, In offices of love, how we may lighten each other's burden.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

Did I request thee, Maker, from my clay To mould me man? Did I solicit thee From darkness to promote me?

For what can war, but endless war, still breed?

Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls his watery labyrinth, which whoso drinks forgets both joy and grief.

Nothing lovelier can be found In woman, than to study household good, And good works in her husband to promote.