Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.
If with me you'd fondly stray Over the hills and far away.
Envy is a kind of praise.
So comes a reck'ning when the banquet's o'er, The dreadful reckn'ning, and men smile no more.
Music might tame and civilize wild beasts, but 'tis evident it never yet could tame and civilize musicians.
If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears; Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly Raises the spirits, and charms our ears.