"The bow is useless in the hands of a coward."

"There is the heat of Love, the pulsing rush of Longing, the lover's whisper, irresistible—magic to make the sanest man go mad."

"Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile."

"For young men's spirits are too quickly stirr'd."

"Therein are love, and desire, and loving converse, that steals the wits even of the wise."