Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
Then came October, full of merry glee.
And painefull pleasure turnes to pleasing paine.
All that in this delightful garden grows should happy be and have immortal bliss.
It often falls, in course of common life, that right long time is overborne of wrong.
All for love, and nothing for reward.