A man who truly knows what’s for the best Will surely leave the god of Love alone, Unless indeed he happens to be blessed With everything a lover ought to own; Such as a pile of florins in his pocket Or precious jewellery he can transfer To his sweet lady who delights to stock it, And that’s how he buys any gift from her, And swaggers happily among the crowd; No one will ever point him out in shame Or even make a joke that might offend. A man whose purse is properly endowed Can love both high and low, it’s all the same, Do what he likes and never lack a friend.