If the heart of a man is depressed with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears; Like the notes of a fiddle, she sweetly, sweetly Raises the spirits, and charms our ears.
Man may escape from rope and gun; Nay, some have outlived the doctor's pill: Who takes a woman must be undone, That basilisk is sure to kill. The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets, So he that tastes woman, woman, woman, He that tastes woman, ruin meets.
Shadow owes its birth to light.
Follow love and it will flee, flee love and it will follow thee.
The brave love mercy, and delight to save.
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.
Love, then, hath every bliss in store; 'Tis friendship, and 'tis something more. Each other every wish they give; Not to know love is not to live.
Macheath: And I would love you all the day, Polly: Every night would kiss and play, Macheath: If with me you'd fondly stray Polly: Over the hills and far away.
How happy I am, if you say this from your heart! For I love thee so, that I could sooner bear to see thee hang'd than in the Arms of another.
If love be not his Guide, He never will come back!
Fill it up. I take as large draughts of liquor as I did of love. I hate a flincher in either.
But his kiss was so sweet, and so closely he pressed, that I languished and pined till I granted the rest.
O Polly, you might have toyed and kissed, by keeping men off, you keep them on.
A Wolf eats sheep but now and then; Ten thousands are devour'd by men. An open foe may prove a curse, but a pretend friend is worse.
Lest men suspect your tale untrue, Keep probability in view.