Anyone may be an honorable man, and yet write verse badly.
To marry a fool is to be no fool.
Deference and intimacy live far apart.
Time has nothing to do with the matter.
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.
I have a heart to love all the world; and like Alexander I wish there were yet other worlds, so I could carry even further my amorous conquests.