The insane rootThat takes the reason prisoner.

. . . it is impossible you should take true root but by the fair weather that you make yourself; it is needful that you frame the season of your own harvest.

... and yet, to say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days...

The will of man is by his reason swayed.

Were such things here as we do speak about?
Or have we eaten on the insane root
That takes the reason prisoner?

Daffodils that come before the swallow dares, and takes the winds of March with beauty.