So furiously each other did assayle, As if their soules they would attonce haue rent Out of their brests, that streames of bloud did rayle Adowne, as if their springes of life were spent; That all the ground with purple bloud was sprent, And all their armours staynd with bloudie gore, Yet scarcely once to breath would they relent, So mortall was their malice and so sore, Become of fayned friendship which they vow'd afore.

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

All for love, and nothing for reward.

For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.

Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!

Greatest god below the sky.

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.