Rising glory occasions the greatest envy, as kindling fire the greatest smoke.
Entire affection hateth nicer hands.
Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway.
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
Then came October, full of merry glee.