Envy is a kind of praise.
One common fate we both must prove; You die with envy, I with love.
I must have women - there is nothing unbends the mind like them.
If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.
Give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation.
Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.