Bacchus, ever fair and ever young.
John Dryden
Alexander's Feast
Bacchus, ever fair and ever young.
Could swell the soul to rage, or kindle soft desire.
John Dryden
For pity melts the mind to love.
John Dryden
None but the brave deserves the fair.
John Dryden
Rich the treasure, Sweet the pleasure,– Sweet is pleasure after pain.
John Dryden