Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.
Care-charmer Sleep, son of the sable Night, Brother to Death, in silent darkness born; Relive my languish, and restore the light.
Sacred religion! mother of form and fear.
Flattery, the dangerous nurse of vice.
The wise are above books.
The stars that have most glory have no rest.