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.

Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.

Never love unless you can bear with all the faults of man!

Kind are her answers, But her performance keeps no day; Breaks time, as dancers. From their own Music when they stray.

Beauty is not beauty without love.

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.

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.