All love's pleasure shall not match its woe.
There's small choice in rotten apples.
If thou dost seek to have what thou dost hide, By self-example mayst thou be denied.
Affection is a coal that must be cooled; else, suffered, it will set the heart on fire.
Then happy I that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed.
A little water clears us of this deed.