So sweet the blush of bashfulness, E'en pity scarce can wish it less!
Fill high the cup with Samian wine!
Love rules the camp, the court, the grove - for love is Heaven, and Heaven is love.
And wrinkles, the damned democrats, won't flatter.
Few things surpass old wine; and they may preach Who please, the more because they preach in vain
What want these outlaws conquerors should have but history's purchased page to call them great?