What though the sea with waves continuall Doe eate the earth, it is no more at all ; Ne is the earth the lesse, or loseth ought : For whatsoever from one place doth fall Is with the tyde unto another brought : For there is nothing lost, that may be found if sought.

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.

All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!

In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.

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

Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.