What then in love can woman do? If we grow fond they shun us. And when we fly them, they pursue: But leave us when they've won us.
To cheat a man isnothing; but the womanmust have fine parts indeed who cheats a woman!
Envy's a sharper spur than pay.
Youth's the season made for joys, Love is then our duty.
What frenzy dictates, jealousy believes
One wife is too much for most husbands to bear, But two at a time there's no mortal can bear.