Fools may our scorn, not envy, raise. For envy is a kind of praise.
To cheat a man isnothing; but the womanmust have fine parts indeed who cheats a woman!
Beasts kill for hunger, men for pay.
Of all the fools that pride can boast, A Coxcomb claims distinction most.
Praising all alike, is praising none.
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.