All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.

But times do change and move continually.

This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.

The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.

For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.

Nothing under heaven so strongly doth allure the sense of man, and all his mind possess, as beauty's love.

Ill can he rule the great that cannot reach the small.