How wayward is this foolish love that, like a testy babe, will scratch the nurse and presently, all humble, kiss the rod.
Hasty marriage seldom proveth well.
How lush and lusty the grass looks! how green!
Justice always whirls in equal measure.
And thence from Athens turn away our eyes To seek new friends and stranger companies.
Then happy I that love and am beloved, where I may not remove nor be removed.