There is a garden in her eyes, where roses and white lilies flow.
Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine.
Kind are her answers, But her performance keeps no day; Breaks time, as dancers. From their own Music when they stray.
Never love unless you can bear with all the faults of man!
Beauty is not beauty without love.
From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.