Be still prepared for death: and death or life shall thereby be the sweeter.

You cannot call it love, for at your age the heyday in the blood is tame

Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.

We are oft to blame in this, - 'tis too much proved, - that with devotion's visage, and pios action we do sugar o'er the devil himself.

Your face is a book, where men may read strange matters.

He's truly valiant that can wisely suffer The worst that man can breathe, and make his wrongs His outsides, to wear them like his raiment, carelessly, And ne'er prefer his injuries to his heart, To bring it into danger.

Thou ever young, fresh, lov'd, and delicate wooer, whose blush doth thaw the consecrated snow