All for love, and nothing for reward.
All flesh doth frailty breed!
Be bold, and everywhere be bold.
Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust.
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.