Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
Change still doth reign, and keep the greater sway.
The nightingale is sovereign of song.
Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?
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.