Tis sweet to listen as the night winds creep From leaf to leaf.
The very best of vineyards is the cellar
Know ye not who would be free themselves must strike the blow? by their right arms the conquest must be wrought?
Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean
The fact is that my wife if she had common sense would have more power over me than any other whatsoever, for my heart always alights upon the nearest perch.
Be warm, be pure, be amorous, but be chaste.