Hasty wrath and heedless hazardy do breed repentance late and lasting infamy.
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.
All for love, and nothing for reward.
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.
No daintie flowre or herbe that growes on grownd, No arborett with painted blossoms drest And smelling sweete, but there it might be fownd To bud out faire, and throwe her sweete smels al arownd.