Ah, fool! faint heart fair lady ne'er could win.
Her angel's face, As the great eye of heaven shined bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.
Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.
Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.