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.

A prudent pharmacist often vends something for your complaint. But wine merchant you do this invariably.

Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.

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.

Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.

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