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

All flesh doth frailty breed!

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

So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.

This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.

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.

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