It often falls, in course of common life, that right long time is overborne of wrong.

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!

Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway.

Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.

Entire affection hateth nicer hands.

There is continual spring, and harvest there Continual, both meeting at one time: For both the boughs do laughing blossoms bear, And with fresh colours deck the wanton prime, And eke attonce the heavy trees they climb, Which seem to labour under their fruits load: The whiles the joyous birds make their pastime Amongst the shady leaves, their sweet above, And their true loves without suspicion tell abroad.