But times do change and move continually.

Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.

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

Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.

For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

And through the hall there walked to and fro A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same, Whose name was Appetite; he did bestow Both guestes and meate, whenever in they came, And knew them how to order without blame.

The man whom nature's self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.