Who with a little cannot be content, endures an everlasting punishment.
Against diseases here the strongest fence is the defensive vertue, Abstinence.
Fain would I kiss my Julia's dainty leg, Which is as white and hairless as an egg.
It is the end that crowns us, not the fight.
Bid me to love, and I will give a loving heart to thee.
Thus times do shift, each thing his turn does hold; New things succeed, as former things grow old.