Ah, happy years! once more who would not be a boy?
Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain
You should have a softer pillow than my heart.
The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.
Know ye the land where the cypress and myrtle Are emblems of deeds that are done in their clime? Where the rage of the vulture, the love of the turtle, Now melt into sorrow, now madden to crime!
I am as comfortless as a pilgrim with peas in his shoes - and as cold as Charity, Chastity or any other Virtue.