My lodging is on the cold ground, And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of my dear.

A man is always afraid of a woman that loves him too much

From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.

What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us.

The charge is prepared; the lawyers are met; The judges all ranged (a terrible show!) I go, undismay'd. For death is a debt, A debt on demand. So take what I owe.

Who talks much, must talk in vain.

If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.