Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.
Give me, kind heaven, a private station, a mind serene for contemplation.
And when a lady's in the case, You know, all other things give place.
Who friendship with a knave hath made, Is judged a partner in the trade.
One wife is too much for most husbands to bear, But two at a time there's no mortal can bear.
One common fate we both must prove; You die with envy, I with love.