She who has never lov'd, has never liv'd.

Here Shock, the pride of all his kind, is laid, Who fawned like man, but ne'er like man betrayed.

Thus shadow owes its birth to light.

'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.

One common fate we both must prove; You die with envy, I with love.

A woman's friendship ever ends in love.

From kings to cobblers 'tis the same; Bad servants wound their masters' fame.