Each goodly thing is hardest to begin.

For evil deeds may better than bad words be borne.

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

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

And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.

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.

All for love, and nothing for reward.