Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.

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.

Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.

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.

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!