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Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.
Foes, friends, men, women, now are nought to me
But dreams of what has been, no more to be.
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows read more
O, how this spring of love resembleth
The uncertain glory of an April day,
Which now shows all the beauty of the sun,
And by and by a cloud takes all away!
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o'erfraught heart, and bids it break.
Give me the ocular proof.
Give me the ocular proof.
The mill cannot grind with water that's past.
The mill cannot grind with water that's past.
A holy habit clenseth not a foule soule.
A holy habit clenseth not a foule soule.
Too much of anything is bad.
Too much of anything is bad.
As Love and I late harbour'd in one inn,
With proverbs thus each other entertain;
"In love read more
As Love and I late harbour'd in one inn,
With proverbs thus each other entertain;
"In love there is no lack," thus I begin;
"Fair words make fools," replieth he again;
"Who spares to speak doth spare to speed," quoth I;
"As well," saith he, "too forward as too slow";
"Fortune assists the boldest," I reply;
"A hasty man," quote he, "ne'er wanted woe";
"Labour is light where love," quote I, "doth pay";
"Light burden's heavy, if far borne";
Quoth I, "The main lost, cast the by away";
"Y'have spun a fair thread," he replies in scorn.
And having thus awhile each other thwarted
Fools as we met, so fools again we parted.
A little given seasonably excuses a great gift.
A little given seasonably excuses a great gift.
