I am a man more sinned against than sinning
What, can the devil speak true?
Things sweet to taste prove in digestion sour.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?
Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated
He is dead and gone, lady, He is dead and gone; At his head a grass-green turf, At his heels a stone.