Foul jealousy! that turnest love divine to joyless dread, and makest the loving heart with hateful thoughts to languish and to pine.

Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.

This iron world bungs down the stoutest hearts to lowest state; for misery doth bravest minds abate.

What more felicity can fall to creature, than to enjoy delight with liberty?

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.

For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.