The day of fortune is like a harvest day, we must be busy when the corn is ripe. See image Torquato Tasso
O subtle love! a thousand wiles thou hast, by humble suit, by service, or by hire, to win a maiden's hold,--a thing soon done, for nature framed all women to be won. See image Torquato Tasso
As shaking terrors from his blazing hair, a sanguine comet gleams through dusky air. See image Torquato Tasso
Then amongst flowers and springs, Making delightful sport, Sat lovers without conflict, without flame See image Torquato Tasso
Not for no cold did freeze, Nor any cloud beguile Th'eternal flowering spring See image Torquato Tasso