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.