Ah cannot we As well as cocks and lions jocund be, After such pleasures?

Sir, more than kisses, letters mingle souls; For, thus friends absent speak.

So, so, break off this last lamenting kiss, Which sucks two souls, and vapors both away.

And new philosophy calls all in doubt, The element of fire is quite put out; The sun is lost, and the earth, and no man's wit, Can well direct him where to loo…

Repudiation of pleasur is a reason'd folly of imperfection. Ther is no motiv can rebate or decompose the intrinsic joy of activ life, whereon all function what…

Few human creatures would consent to be changed into any of the lower animals for a promise of the fullest allowance of a beast's pleasures; no intelligent hum…

(Funnels a beer). Fill it up again! Fill it up again! Once it hits your lips, it's so good!