Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.
Greatest god below the sky.
And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.
All for love, and nothing for reward.
Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.