Were I laid on Greenland's Coast, And in my Arms embrac'd my Lass; Warm amidst eternal Frost, Too soon the Half Year's Night would pass.

Cowards are cruel, but the brave love mercy and delight to save.

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

Thus shadow owes its birth to light.

Who talks much, must talk in vain.

To cheat a man isnothing; but the womanmust have fine parts indeed who cheats a woman!

Exercise thy lasting youth defends.