Ay me, how many perils doe enfold The righteous man, to make him daily fall! - Edmund Spenser

The gentle minde by gentle deeds is knowne. For a man by nothing is so well bewrayd, As by his manners.

Through thicke and thin, both over banke and bush In hope her to attaine by hooke or crooke.

With that I saw two swans of goodly hue Come softly swimming down along the Lee: Two fairer birds I yet did never see; The snow which doth the top of Pindus strow Did never whiter show, Nor Jove himself, when he a swan would be For love of Leda, whiter did appear