Lest men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view.
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.
What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes
Music might tame and civilize wild beasts, but 'tis evident it never yet could tame and civilize musicians.
Thus shadow owes its birth to light.
And when a lady's in the case, You know, all other things give place.