Love works a different way in different minds, the fool it enlightens and the wise it blinds.

Calms appear, when Storms are past; Love will have his Hour at last: Nature is my kindly Care; Mars destroys, and I repair; Take me, take me, while you may, Venus comes not ev'ry Day.

Ah, how sweet it is to love! Ah, how gay is young Desire! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach Love's fire!

But wild Ambition loves to slide, not stand, And Fortune's ice prefers to Virtue's land.

My love's a noble madness.

Time and death shall depart and say in flying Love has found out a way to live, by dying.

When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind!