No stony bulwark can resist the love, and love dares what anyone can love.
Thus die I, thus, thus, thus. Now am I dead, Now am I fled; My soul is in the sky: Tongue, lose thy light; Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die, die.
More fools know Jack Fool than Jack Fool knows.
In time the savage bull doth bear the yoke.
All dark and comfortless.
No profit grows where no pleasure is taken.