All for love, and nothing for reward.

The noblest mind the best contentment has

Gather therefore the Rose, whilst yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower: Gather the Rose of love, whilst yet is time.

For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.

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

Vaine is the vaunt, and victory unjust, that more to mighty hands, then rightfull cause doth trust.

All for love, and nothing for reward.