The pleasant'st angling is to see the fish Cut with her golden oars the silver stream And greedily devour the treacherous bait.
They are in the very wrath of love, and they will go together. Clubs cannot part them
I wish you all the joy that you can wish.
Better three hours too soon, than one hour to late.
Love all, trust a few, do wrong to none.
Lord, I could not endure a husband with a beard on his face! I had rather lie in the woolen.