Men love newfangleness.
Harde is his heart that loveth nought In May.
By nature, men love newfangledness.
What is better than wisdom? Woman. And what is better than a good woman? Nothing.
He who accepts his poverty unhurt I'd say is rich although he lacked a shirt. But truly poor are they who whine and fret and covet what they cannot hope to get.
How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.