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!
Beauty is not beauty without love.
A prudent pharmacist often vends something for your complaint. But wine merchant you do this invariably.
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.