Never came trouble to my house in the likeness of your Grace, for trouble being gone, comfort should remain; but when you depart from me, sorrow abides and happiness takes his leave.

Thou, old Adam's likeness, set to dress this garden.

He does it with a better grace, but I do it more natural.

Full many a lady I have eyed with best regard, and many a time Th' harmony of their tongues hath into bondage Brought my too diligent ear; for several virtues Have I liked several women; never any With so full soul but some defect in her Did quarrel with the noblest grace she owed, And put it to the foil.

Hail to thee, lady! and the grace of heaven, Before, behind thee, and on every hand, Enwheel thee round!

O, then, what graces in my love do dwell That he hath turned a heaven unto a hell!