Who to a woman trusts his peace of mind, Trusts a frail bark, with a tempestuous wind.

Of all the kind of pains, the greatest pain is to love and to love in vain.

O Love! thou bane of the most generous souls! Thou doubtful pleasure, and thou certain pain.

Patience is the virtue of an ass, who treads beneath his burden and complains not.

The radiant sun sends from above ten thousand blessings down, nor is he set so high for show alone.

Marriage the happiest bond of love might be, If hands were only joined when hearts agree.

Who to a woman trusts his peace of mind, Trusts a frail bark, with a tempestuous wind.