Be bold, and everywhere be bold.

Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the hours their numbers spend! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move!

No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.

And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.

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.

Nothing under heaven so strongly doth allure the sense of man, and all his mind possess, as beauty's love.

So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.