And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other.
Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.
Women sit or move to and fro, some old, some young, / The young are beautiful--but the old are more beautiful than the young.
I give you my hand, I give you my love more precious than money, I give you myself before preaching or law; Will you give me yourself?
O lands! O all so dear to me - what you are, I become part of that, whatever it is.
Logic and sermons never convince, The damp of the night drives deeper into my soul.