The man whom nature's self had made to mock herself, and truth to imitate.

But times do change and move continually.

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

For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.

And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.

Gold all is not that doth golden seem.

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.