Oft stumbles at a straw.
Then came October, full of merry glee.
Gather therefore the Rose, whilst yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower: Gather the Rose of love, whilst yet is time.
All for love, and nothing for reward.
All flesh doth frailty breed!
Nothing under heaven so strongly doth allure the sense of man, and all his mind possess, as beauty's love.