Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway.
The nightingale is sovereign of song.
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
A circle cannot fill a triangle, so neither can the whole world, if it were to be compassed, the heart of man; a man may as easily fill a chest with grace as the heart with gold. The air fills not the body, neither doth money the covetous mind of man.
Gather the rose of love whilst yet is time.
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.