A man cannot make him laugh - but that's no marvel; he drinks no wine.
Gold--what can it not do, and undo?
Tis beauty that doth oft make women proud; but, God He knows, thy share thereof is small.
What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
Love does not see with the eyes, but with the soul.
Here come the lovers, full of joy and mirth.— Joy, gentle friends! joy and fresh days of love Accompany your hearts!