Entire affection hateth nicer hands.
The noblest mind the best contentment has
Ah, fool! faint heart fair lady ne'er could win.
For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.
For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.