Affliction is enamoured of thy parts, And thou art wedded to calamity.

This is a way to kill a wife with kindness.

Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.

This music crept by me upon the waters, Allaying both their fury and my passion With its sweet air: thence I have follow’d it.

I am indeed, sir, a surgeon to old shoes; when they are in great danger I recover them.

Seek happy nights to happy days.W

And when love speaks, the voice of all the gods makes Heaven drowsy with the harmony.