For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

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.

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.

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

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

The poets scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.

In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.