If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.
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If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
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Nor youth, nor strength, nor wisdom spring again, Nor habitations long their names retain, But in oblivion to the final day remain.
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I am obnoxious to each carping tongue Who says my hand a needle better fits,...
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But man grows old, lies down, remains where once he's laid.
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And time brings down what is both strong and tall. But plants new set to be eradicate,...
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O Time the fatal wrack of mortal things, That draws oblivion's curtains over kings;
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If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant.
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Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold I pray....
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When by the Ruins oft I past My sorrowing eyes aside did cast And here and there the places spy Where oft I sate and long did lie. Here stood that Trunk, and there that chest, There lay that store I counted best, My pleasant things in ashes lie And them behold no more shall I. Under the roof no guest shall sit, Nor at thy Table eat a bit. No pleasant talk shall 'ere be told Nor things recounted done of old. No Candle 'ere shall shine in Thee, Nor bridegroom's voice ere heard shall bee. In silence ever shalt thou lie.
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If we had no winter, the spring would not be so pleasant; if we did not sometimes taste of adversity, prosperity would not be so welcome.
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By art he gladly found what he did seek, A full requital of his striving pain. Art can do much, but this maxim's most sure: A weak or wounded brain admits no cure.
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