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

He oft finds med'cine, who his griefe imparts; But double griefs afflict concealing harts, As raging flames who striveth to supresse.

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

But times do change and move continually.

The noblest mind the best contentment has

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.

No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.