“Who will not mercy unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?”

To be wise and eke to love, Is granted scarce to gods above.

For deeds to die, however nobly done, And thoughts of men to as themselves decay, But wise words taught in numbers for to run, Recorded by the Muses, live for ay.

Good is no good, but if it be spend, God giveth good for none other end.

Me seems the world is run quite out of square,From the first point of his appointed source,And being once amiss grows daily worse and worse.

In one consort there sat cruel revenge and rancorous despite, disloyal treason and heart-burning hate.

But Justice, though her dome she doe prolong, Yet at the last she will her owne cause right.

A sweet attractive kind of grace, A full assurance given by looks, Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books– I trow that countenance cannot lye Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne.

But angels come to lead frail minds to rest in chaste desires, on heavenly beauty bound. You frame my thoughts, and fashion me within; you stop my tongue, and teach my heart to speak.

Hard it is to teach the old horse to amble anew.

Bright as does the morning star appear, Out of the east with flaming locks bedight, To tell the dawning day is drawing near.

For whatsoever from one place doth fall, Is with the tide unto an other brought: For there is nothing lost, that may be found, if sought.

So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower.

For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.

Fly from wrath; sad be the sights and bitter fruits of war; a thousand furies wait on wrathful swords.

Greatest god below the sky.