From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.
Who friendship with a knave hath made, Is judged a partner in the trade.
Shall ignorance of good and ill Dare to direct the eternal will? Seek virtue, and of that possest, To Providence resign the rest.
If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispelled when a woman appears.
In love we are all fools alike.
My lodging is on the cold ground, And hard, very hard, is my fare, But that which grieves me more Is the coldness of my dear.