On a day-alack the day!- Love, whose month is ever May, Spied a blossom passing fair Playing in the wanton air

Time's glory is to command contending kings, To unmask falsehood, and bring truth to light.

Crabbed age and youth cannot live together: Youth is full of pleasure, age is full of care

I gyve unto my wief my second best bed with the furniture (Modern spelling: I give unto my wife my second best bed with the furniture.)

Old sundial, you stand here for Time: For Love, the vine that round your base Its tendrils twines, and dares to climb And lay one flower-capped spray in grace …

Go, lovely rose! Tell her that wastes her time and me That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be.

Love and flowers do not last but one spring.