When a man's busy, why leisure Strikes him as wonderful pleasure: 'Faith, and at leisure once is he? Straightway he wants to be busy.
In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now.
Any nose may ravage with impunity a rose.
The body sprang At once to the height, and stayed; but the soul,-no!
A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: See all, nor be afraid!
Who knows most, doubts most.