The best wine is the oldest, the best water the newest.

As I was walking among the fires of Hell, delighted with the enjoyments of Genius; which to Angels look like torment and insanity, I collected some of their Proverbs.

The child's toys and the old man's reasons are the fruits of two seasons.

But when he has done this, let him not say that he knows better than his master, for he only holds a candle in sunshine.

More! More! is the cry of a mistaken soul.

And priests in black gowns were walking their rounds and binding with briars my joys and desires. (from 'The Garden of Love')

Abstinence sows sand all over The ruddy limbs and flaming hair, But desire gratified Plants fruits of life and beauty there.