Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway.
All flesh doth frailty breed!
Gold all is not that doth golden seem.
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion
All for love, and nothing for reward.
This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.