Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.
The English winter - ending in July to recommence in August
The sight of blood to crowds begets the thirst of more, As the first wine-cup leads to the long revel.
The 'good old times' - all times when old are good.
Lovers may be and indeed generally are enemies, but they never can be friends, because there must always be a spice of jealousy and a something of Self in all their speculations.