When He Spoke, What Tender Words He

A Man Is To Be Cheated Into Passion, But To Be Reasoned Into Truth.

While I Am Compassed Round With Mirth, My Soul Lies Hid In Shades Of Grief, Whence, Like The Bird Of Night, With Half-shut Eyes, She Peeps, And Sickens At The Sight Of Day.

None But The Brave Deserve The Fair.

If All The World Be Worth Thy Winning. / Think, Oh Think It Worth Enjoying: / Lovely Thaïs Sits Beside Thee, / Take The Good The Gods Provide Thee.

My Hands Are Guilty, But My Heart Is Free.