Kind are her answers, But her performance keeps no day; Breaks time, as dancers. From their own Music when they stray.

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.

I wouldn’t want to be faster or greener than now if you were with me O you were the best of all my days!

Act like you care. Pray like you care. Speak, smile, reach out, and live like you care.  The point is to make sure those in your life know beyond doubt that you do care.

In this sublime hour, therefore, He calls all His children to the pulpit of the Cross, and every word He says to them is set down for the purpose of an eternal publication and an undying consolation.

The eyes witness what is carved on the surface, but the hearts are witness to something much deeper.

Sometimes you meet a person and you just click-you're comfortable with them, like you've known them your whole life, and you don't have to pretend to be anyone or anything.

We want a strong, growing economy

Experience, or what we call experience, is not the inventory of our pains, but rather sympathy we learn to feel for the pain of others.

I died as a mineral and became a plant, I died as a plant and rose to animal, I died as an animal and I was Man. Why should I fear? When was I less by dying?

Hey, Jamie,' said Seb. 'Want a lift?' 'Hey, Seb,' Jamie responded without missing a beat 'Drop dead.

Dry August and warm, Doth harvest no harm.