Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway.
All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.
All for love, and nothing for reward.
One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!