The glorious lamp of heaven, the sun.
Love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love.
Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.
Gather ye rosebuds, while ye may.
Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.