Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine.

Kind are her answers, But her performance keeps no day; Breaks time, as dancers. From their own Music when they stray.

Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine... The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights.

Never love unless you can bear with all the faults of man!

All our pride is but a jest. None are worst and none are best. Grief and hope and joy and fear Play their pageant everywhere.

A prudent pharmacist often vends something for your complaint. But wine merchant you do this invariably.

From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.