The fish once caught, new bait will hardly bite.
For since mine eyes your joyous sight did miss, my cheerful day is turned to cheerless night.
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.
So much more profitable and gracious is doctrine by example than by rule.
Greatest god below the sky.
Ah when will this long weary day have end, And lend me leave to come unto my love? How slowly do the hours their numbers spend! How slowly does sad Time his feathers move!