All love is sweet Given or returned And its familiar voice wearies not ever.
But times do change and move continually.
Woe to the man that first did teach the cursed steel to bite in his own flesh, and make way to the living spirit!
The noblest mind the best contentment has
Rising glory occasions the greatest envy, as kindling fire the greatest smoke.
Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion