Beauty is not beauty without love.

Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.

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

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.

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.

Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.

From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.