Well warned to beware with whom he dar'd to dallie. - Edmund Spenser

As the great eye of heaven, shyned bright, And made a sunshine in the shady place.

Who will not mercie unto others show, How can he mercy ever hope to have?

His louely words her seemd due recompence
Of all her passed paines: one louing howre
For many yeares of sorrow can dispence:
A dram of sweete is worth a pound of sowre:
Shee has forgott, how many, a woeful stowre
For him she late endurd; she speakes no more
Of past . . .
Before her stands her knight, for whom she toyld so sore.