The bashful virgin's sidelong looks of love, The matron's glance that would those looks reprove.

Measures, not men, have always been my mark.

Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates, and men decay; Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; A breath can make them, as …

Silence gives consent.

I do know that girls in their early twenties are easy and sweet. (Girls in their late twenties are easier but sad, and that isn't so sweet.) They are easy, I t…

De toutes les passions violentes, celle qui sied le moins mal aux femmes, c'est l'amour.

Love, then unstinted, Love did sip, And cherries plucked fresh from the lip; On cheeks and roses free he fed; Lasses like autumn plums did drop, And lads indif…