Kind are her answers, But her performance keeps no day; Breaks time, as dancers. From their own Music when they stray.
From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
There is a garden in her eyes, where roses and white lilies flow.
Never love unless you can bear with all the faults of man!
A prudent pharmacist often vends something for your complaint. But wine merchant you do this invariably.
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.