Fortune, honour, beauty, youth, Are but blossoms dying; Wanton pleasures, doting love, Are but shadows flying.

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.

We preach revolution but whine about the oppression in the name of change

My brothers and sisters, true love is a reflection of the Savior's love. In December of each year we call it the Christmas spirit. You can hear it. You can see it. You can feel it.

He who represents himself has a fool for a client

Growing up in the Boroughs, I thought I must be the cleverest boy in the world, an illusion that I was able to maintain until I got to the grammar school.

That's the whole point of... of prosecutorial discretion in the judicial system. It's finding a just outcome in an individual case.

Societies can be sunk by the weight of buried ugliness.

And I'm moved, it's so beautiful. Not what I wrote, but to have it given back like this. To have her remember the words and the tune. To hear it in her voice.

The fools think I am writing algebra but what I am really writing is geometry.

Goodbye. I am leaving because I am bored.

You're such a cynic," Molly said. "I think cynics are playful and cute.