He who wants, but doesn't act, is a pest.
He who desires, but acts not, breeds pestilence.
Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.
The lust of the goat is the bounty of God.
The spirits of the air live on the smells Of fruit; and joy, with pinions light, roves round The gardens, or sits singing in the trees.
When nations grow old the Arts grow cold And commerce settles on every tree