“ Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow, pleasure,
let us join the jocund throng
Youth soon flies, ’tis but a season,
time is ever on the wing;
Then let’s the present moment seize on,
none knows what the next may bring:
Then let’s be joyous while time we measure,
other’s wisdom we despise,
Follow, follow, follow, follow, follow pleasure,
to be merry’s to be wise.
Why should then vain cares perplex us?
why should we not merry be?
While we’re here there’s nought to vex us,
drinking sets our cares all free. ”

“ But not so deep as in love I am,
I care not whether I sink or swim.
⁠Must I go bound, shall she go free?
Must I love one that loves not me?
Why should I act such a childish part,
As to love one that would break my heart. ”

“ I little thought what love could do.
⁠Where love is planted there it grows,
It buds and blossoms like any rose,
It has such a sweet and a pleasant smell,
No flower on earth can it excel.
⁠There are thousands, thousands in a room,
My love she carries the brightest bloom ”