The coquettes of both sexes are self-lovers, and that is a love no other whatever can dispossess
Fill ev'ry glass, for wine inspires us, / And fires us / With courage, love and joy. / Women and wine should life employ. / Is there aught else on earth desirous?
The brave love mercy, and delight to save.
She who has never loved has never lived.
Can love be controll'd by advice?
What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us.
Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either.
In love we are all fools alike.
Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.
Youth's the season made for joys, Love is then our duty.
Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.