O men with sisters dear, O men with mothers and wives, It is not linen you 're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!
O bed! O bed! delicious bed! That heaven upon earth to the weary head.
Coquetry is the champagne of love.
And there is even a happiness That makes the heart afraid.
Extremes meet', as the whiting said with its tail in its mouth.
Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams, Unnatural and full of contradictions; Yet others of our most romantic schemes, Are something more than fictions.