O, full of scorpions is my mind!
For to be wise and love exceeds man's might.
Lord, what fools these mortals be!
God defend me from that Welsh fairy, Lest he transform me to a piece of cheese!
To mourn a mischief that is past and gone Is the next way to draw new mischief on.
Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.