Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.
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.
[Gulliver was soon being read] "from the cabinet council to the nursery".
Fair words cost nothing.
Nor love, not honor, wealth nor power, can give the heart a cheerful hour when health is lost. Be timely wise; With health all taste of pleasure flies.
And when a lady's in the case, You know, all other things give place.