Never love unless you can bear with all the faults of man!
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.
Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine.
From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
There is a garden in her eyes, where roses and white lilies flow.
A prudent pharmacist often vends something for your complaint. But wine merchant you do this invariably.