Woods singing birds, the wind's murmur shall fade,
Than my fair Amaryllis' love allay'd.
[5562]Omnes humanos curat medicina dolores,
Solus amor morbi non habet artificem.
Physic can soon cure every disease,
[5563]Excepting love that can it not appease.
[5566]A devil 'tis, and mischief such doth work,
As never yet did Pagan, Jew, or Turk.
[5575]Ehou triste jugum quisquis amoris habet,
Is prius se norit se periisse perit.