Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?

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

He oft finds med'cine, who his griefe imparts; But double griefs afflict concealing harts, As raging flames who striveth to supresse.

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.

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.

And through the hall there walked to and fro A jolly yeoman, marshall of the same, Whose name was Appetite; he did bestow Both guestes and meate, whenever in they came, And knew them how to order without blame.

It often falls, in course of common life, that right long time is overborne of wrong.