Then worms shall try That long preserved virginity, And your quaint honor turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place But none, I think, do there embrace.
Those whose conduct gives room for talk are always the first to attack their neighbors.
All extremes does perfect reason flee, And wishes to be wise quite soberly.
If Claret is the king of natural wines, Burgundy is the queen.
Without dance, a man can do nothing.
Ah, there are no longer any children!