Whoever loveth me, loveth my hound

"Tell me, what's Love?" said Youth, one day, To drooping Age, who crost his way, "It is a sunny hour of play, For which repentance dear doth pay, Repentance! Repentance! And this is Love, as wise men say

If I speak to thee in friendship's name, thou think'st I speak too coldly, if I mention love's devoted flame, thou say'st I speak too boldly

A friendship like love is warm; a love like friendship is steady.

What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine

Those among them that have not received our religion do not fright any from it, and use none ill that goes over to it, so that all the while I was there one man was only punished on this occasion.