As winds come whispering lightly from the West, Kissing, not ruffling, the blue deep's serene.
There is music in all things, if men had ears.
Pleasure's a sin, and sometimes sin's a pleasure.
And hold up to the sun my little taper.
The reading or non-reading a book will never keep down a single petticoat.
A mistress never is nor can be a friend. While you agree, you are lovers; and when it is over, anything but friends.