Then amongst flowers and springs, Making delightful sport, Sat lovers without conflict, without flame See image Torquato Tasso
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
Not for no cold did freeze, Nor any cloud beguile Th'eternal flowering spring See image Torquato Tasso