The Shepheardes Calender. July. Line 97.

Full little knowest thou that hast not tride,

What hell it is in suing long to bide:

To loose good dayes, that might be better spent;

To wast long nights in pensive discontent;

To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow;

To feed on hope, to pine with feare and sorrow.

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[[30]]To fret thy soule with crosses and with cares;

To eate thy heart through comfortlesse dispaires;[30:1]