And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons.
The ruins of time build mansions in eternity.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love.
Although wine when it is read somewhat lacks the savour of wine when it is drunk, wine remains a very pleasant thing both to read about and to chat about.