Here comes a man of comfort, whose advice Hath often stilled my brawling discontent.
in black ink my love may still shine bright.
I dare do all that may become a man; Who dares do more, is none
Blood will have blood.
Well, whiles I am a beggar, I will rail, And say there is no sin but to be rich; And being rich, my virtue then shall be To say there is no vice but beggary
When holy and devout religious men are at their beads, 'tis hard to draw them thence; so sweet is zealous contemplation.