What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?
For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
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.
Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.