Envy is a kind of praise.
One wife is too much for most husbands to bear, But two at a time there's no mortal can bear.
No retreat. No retreat. They must conquer or die who've no retreat.
Youth's the season made for joys, Love is then our duty.
Fair is the marigold, for pottage meet.
'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.