Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?
Make use of time, let not advantage slip.
Love asks me no questions, and gives me endless support.
O, how full of briers is this working-day world!
Love denied blights the soul we owe to God.
It is lost at dice, what ancient honor won.