And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.
The man whom nature's self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.
For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
Men, when their actions succeed not as they would, are always ready to impute the blame thereof to heaven, so as to excuse their own follies.
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
Together linkt with adamantine chains.