A red rose peeping through a white? Or else a cherry (double graced) Within a lily? Centre placed? Or ever marked the pretty beam, A strawberry shows, half drowned in cream? Or seen rich rubies blushing through A pure smooth pearl, and orient too? So like to this, nay all the rest, Is each neat niplet of her breast.

Although the power is lacking, the will is commendable.

We two are to ourselves a crowd.

Dear to girls' hearts is their own beauty.

The gift derives its value from the rank of the giver.

In an easy cause any man may be eloquent.

Love is a kind of warfare.