And love is loveliest when embalm'd in tears.
I am she, O most bucolical juvenal, under whose charge are placed the milky mothers of the herd.
Good wine needs neither bush nor preface to make it welcome. And they drank the red wine through the helmet barr'd.
Love will subsist on wonderfully little hope but not altogether without it.
Discretion is the perfection of reason, and a guide to us in all the duties of life.
For a laggard in love, and a dastard in war, Was to wed the fair Ellen of Lochinvar.