But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

Hast Thou Attempted Greatnesse? Then Go On; Back-turning Slackens Resolution.

Bid Me To Love, And I Will Give A Loving Heart To Thee.

But Ne'er The Rose Without The Thorn.

Thus Times Do Shift, Each Thing His Turn Does Hold; New Things Succeed, As Former Things Grow Old.

So When Or You Or I Are Made A Fable, Song, Or Fleeting Shade; All Love, All Liking, All Delight Lies Drowned With Us In Endless Night. Then While Time Serves, And We Are But Decaying; Come, My Corinna, Come, Let's Go A Maying.