My soul I’ll pour into thee.
What is a kiss? Why this, as some approve: the sure, sweet cement, glue, and lime of love.
Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.
Here a little child I stand, Heaving up my either hand; Cold as paddocks though they be, Here I lift them up to Thee, for a benison to fall on our meat, and on us all. Amen.
Know when to speak – for many times it brings danger, to give the best advice to kings.
I do love I know not what; Sometimes this, and sometimes that.
Outdid the meat, outdid the frolic wine.
Who covets more is evermore a slave.
But ne’er the rose without the thorn.
Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.
Some asked me where the rubies grew, And nothing I did say; But with my finger pointed to The lips of Julia.
Tears are the noble language of the eye.
He loves his bonds who, when the first are broke, Submits his neck into a second yoke.
Fain would I kiss my Julia’s dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
So when or you or I are made A fable, song, or fleeting shade; All love, all liking, all delight Lies drowned with us in endless night. Then while time serves, and we are but decaying; Come, my Corinna, come, let’s go a Maying.
Happy is the bride that the sun shines on.
Love is a circle that doth restless move in the same sweet eternity of love.
It takes great wit and interest and energy to be happy. The pursuit of happiness is a great activity. One must be open and alive. It is the greatest feat man has to accomplish.
Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.
T is the will that makes the action good or ill.