To friendship every burden's light.
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.
The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.
Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.
Breathe soft, ye winds! ye waves, in silence sleep!
Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.