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.
There is no dependence that can be sure but a dependence upon one's self.
Envy is a kind of praise.
Sure men were born to lie, and women to believe them!
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.