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.

Who talks much, must talk in vain.

In love we are all fools alike.

[Gulliver was soon being read] "from the cabinet council to the nursery".

Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.

Thus shadow owes its birth to light.

Music might tame and civilize wild beasts, but 'tis evident it never yet could tame and civilize musicians.