For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.
Travelers never did lie, though fools at home condemn them.
You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die.
How many a holy and obsequious tear hath dear religious love stolen from mine eye, as interest of the dead!
If money go before, all ways do lie open.
I know a bank where the wild thyme blows, Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows, Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine, With sweet musk-roses and with eglantine.