From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.
Beauty is not beauty without love.
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; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine.
A prudent pharmacist often vends something for your complaint. But wine merchant you do this invariably.