His life was gentle, and the elements / So mix'd in him that Nature might stand up / And say to all the world, / This was a man!

In scorn of nature, art gave lifeless life.

Those that do teach young babes, Do it with gentle means and easy tasks; He might have chid me so; for, in good faith, I am a child to chiding

And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.

The good I stand on is my truth and honesty.

Love comforteth like sunshine after rain, But lust's effect is tempest after sun; Love's gentle spring doth always fresh remain, Lust's winter comes ere summer half be done; Love surfeit's not, Lust like a glutton dies, Love is all truth, Lust full