So much alarmed that she is quite alarming
Ah, nut-brown partridges! Ah, brilliant pheasants! And ah, ye poachers!--'Tis no sport for peasants.
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.
Death, so called, is a thing which makes men weep, And yet a third of life is passed in sleep.
Better to sink beneath the shock Than moulder piecemeal on the rock!