He oft finds med'cine, who his griefe imparts; But double griefs afflict concealing harts, As raging flames who striveth to supresse.

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.

And painful pleasure turns to pleasing pain.

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

But times do change and move continually.

All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.

The noblest mind the best contentment has