Is there no hope? the sick man said, The silent doctor shook his head, And took his leave with signs of sorrow, Despairing of his fee to-morrow.

In love we are all fools alike.

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

Can love be controll'd by advice?

Exercise thy lasting youth defends.

One wife is too much for most husbands to bear, But two at a time there's no mortal can bear.

But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.