Never love unless you can bear with all the faults of man!
Beauty is not beauty without love.
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
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.