From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.
A woman's friendship ever ends in love.
Twas when the seas were roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclined.
Fair words cost nothing.
Youth's the season made for joys, Love is then our duty.
How happy could I be with either, Were t'other dear charmer away!