And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.

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.

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.

For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.

Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion

So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.