Such hath it been--shall be--beneath the sun The many still must labour for the one.

Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.

On with the dance! let joy be unconfin'd No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the Glowing Hours with Flying feet

Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.

As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.

Yet he was jealous, though he did not show it, For jealousy dislikes the world to know it.

Who falls from all he knows of bliss, Cares little into what abyss.