Then to Silvia let us sing that Silvia is excelling. She excels each mortal thing upon the dull earth dwelling.
The cunning livery of hell.
Good reasons must of force give place to better.
I can easier teach twenty what were good to be done, than be one of the twenty to follow mine own teaching.
When most I wink, then do my eyes best see
Under the greenwood tree, Who loves to lie with me And tune his merry note, Unto the sweet bird's throat; Come hither, come hither, come hither. Here shall he see No enemy But winter and rough weather.