And through the hall there walked to and fro A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same, Whose name was Appetite; he did bestow Both guestes and meate, whenever in they came, And knew them how to order without blame.

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

Gather therefore the Rose, whilst yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower: Gather the Rose of love, whilst yet is time.

All for love, and nothing for reward.

Fresh spring the herald of love's mighty king.

The nightingale is sovereign of song.

It often falls, in course of common life, that right long time is overborne of wrong.