There is a garden in her eyes, where roses and white lilies flow.
From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
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.
A prudent pharmacist often vends something for your complaint. But wine merchant you do this invariably.
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.