To one thing constant never.[405:4]
The Friar of Orders Gray.
Weep no more, lady, weep no more,
Thy sorrowe is in vaine;
For violets pluckt, the sweetest showers
Will ne'er make grow againe.[405:5]
The Friar of Orders Gray.
He that would not when he might,
He shall not when he wolda.[405:6]
The Friar of Orders Gray.