Her wit was more than man, her innocence a child.
Take the good the gods provide thee.
By education most have been misled; So they believe, because they were bred. The priest continues where the nurse began, And thus the child imposes on the man.
Love is love's reward.
The good we have enjoyed from Heaven's free will, and shall we murmur to endure the ill?
Ever a glutton, at another's cost, But in whose kitchen dwells perpetual frost.