Who covets more is evermore a slave.
Conquer we shall, but, we must first contend! It's not the fight that crowns us, but the end.
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
O thou, the drink of gods and angels! Wine
Things are evermore sincere; / Candor here, and lustre there / Delighting.
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.