Christ Rode On An Ass, But Now

Whatever Tears One May Shed, In The End One Always Blows One's Nose.

What Lies Lurk In Kisses.

The Spring's Already At The Gate With Looks My Care Beguiling; The Country Round Appeareth Straight A Flower-garden Smiling.

True Eloquence Consists In Saying All That Is Necessary, And Nothing But What Is Necessary.

The Fountain Of Love Is The Rose And The Lily, The Sun And The Dove.