Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.

Youth's the season made for joys, Love is then our duty

Can Love be controlled by advice?

Our Polly is a sad slut! nor heeds what we have taught her. / I wonder any man alive will ever rear a daughter!

Fill ev'ry glass, for wine inspires us, / And fires us / With courage, love and joy. / Women and wine should life employ. / Is there aught else on earth desirous?

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.