O, nothing is more alluring than a levee from a couch in some confusion.
If this be not love, it is madness, and then it is pardonable.
O fie, miss, you must not kiss and tell.
No mask like open truth to cover lies, As to go naked is the best disguise.
Music has charms to sooth a savage breast, to soften rocks, or bend a knotted oak.
Come, come, leave business to idlers, and wisdom to fools: they have need of 'em: wit be my faculty, and pleasure my occupation, and let father Time shake his glass.