Fresh spring the herald of love's mighty king.

Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.

Ah, fool! faint heart fair lady ne'er could win.

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.

What though the sea with waves continuall Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all ; Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought : For whatsoever from one place doth fall Is with the tyde unto another brought : For there is nothing lost, that may be found if sought.

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

Gold all is not that doth golden seem.