How Soar Sweet Music Is, When Time

Hast Any Philosophy In Thee Shepherd? .• • • • . . . He That Wants Money, Means And Content, Is Without Three Good Friends; That The Property Of Rain Is To Wet And Fire To Burn; That Good Pasture Makes Fat Sheep, And A Great Cause Of The Night Is Lack Of The Sun; That He That Hath Learned No Wit By Nature Nor Art May Complain Of Good Breeding Or Comes Of A Very Dull Kindred.

Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of Fire.

Thou Frothy Tickle-brained Hedge-pig!

Sweet Flowers Are Slow And Weeds Make Haste.

But Miserable Most, To Love Unloved? This You Should Pity Rather Than Despise