Sweet is old wine in bottles, ale in barrels.

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

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes.

Switzerland is a curst, selfish, swinish country of brutes, placed in the most romantic region of the world.

Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

If ancient tales say true, nor wrong these holy men.