I could not possibly count the gold-digging ruses of women, Not if I had ten mouths, not if I had ten tongues.
When I was from Cupid's passions free, my Muse was mute and wrote no elegy.
Pride is innate in beauty, and haughtiness is the companion of the fair.
The laws allow arms to be taken against an armed foe.
The man who falls in love chill find plenty of occupation.
We two are to ourselves a crowd.