Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.

What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?

Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion

Much can they praise the trees so straight and high, The sailing pine,the cedar proud and tall, The vine-prop elm, the poplar never dry, The builder oak, sole king of forests all, The aspin good for staves, the cypress funeral, The laurel, meed of mighty conquerors And poets sage, the fir that weepest still, The yew obedient to the bender's will, The birch for shafts, the sallow for the mill, The myrrh sweet-bleeding in the bitter wound, The warlike beech, the ash for nothing ill, The fruitful olive, and the platane round, The carver holm, the maple seldom inward sound.

Oft stumbles at a straw.

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.

Together linkt with adamantine chains.