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There is a garden in her eyes, where roses and white lilies flow.
From heav'nly thoughts all true delight doth spring.
Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; To every day we live, a day we die.
Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o’erflow with wine... The summer hath his joys, And winter his delights; Though love and all his pleasures are but toys, They shorten tedious nights.
Let now the chimneys blaze And cups o'erflow with wine; Let well-tuned words amaze With harmony divine.
Never love unless you can bear with all the faults of man!
A prudent pharmacist often vends something for your complaint. But wine merchant you do this invariably.
Secret fates Guide our states Both in mirth and mourning.
Never weather-beaten sail more willing bent to shore.
Thou shalt prove That beauty is no beauty without love.
Kind are her answers, But her performance keeps no day; Breaks time, as dancers. From their own Music when they stray.
Yet I would not die a maid, because I had a mother, As I was by one brought forth, I would bring forth another.
The man whose silent daysIn harmless joys are spent,Whom hopes cannot delude,Nor sorrow discontent:That man needs neither towersNor armour for defence,Nor secret vaults to flyFrom thunder's violence.
Follow thy fair sun, unhappy shadow.
Beauty is not beauty without love.
Fortune, honour, beauty, youth, Are but blossoms dying; Wanton pleasures, doting love, Are but shadows flying.
If all would lead their lives in love like me, Then bloody swords and armor should not be; No drum nor trumpet peaceful sleeps should move, Unless alarm came from the camp of love.
Lost is our freedom When we submit to women so: Why do we need 'em When, in their best, they work our woe?
All our pride is but a jest. None are worst and none are best. Grief and hope and joy and fear Play their pageant everywhere.