So full of artless jealousy is guilt, It spills itself in fearing to be spilt.
Give to a gracious message An host of tongues, but let ill tidings tell Themselves when they be felt.
All love's pleasure shall not match its woe.
Who can be patient in extremes?
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief.
Watch tonight, pray tomorrow. Gallants, lads, boys, hearts of gold, all the titles of good fellowship come to you!