I bade good-morrow,

And thought to leave her far away behind;

But cheerly, cheerly,

She loves me dearly;

She is so constant to me, and so kind.

Endymion. Book iv.

So many, and so many, and such glee.

Endymion. Book iv.

Love in a hut, with water and a crust,

Is—Love, forgive us!—cinders, ashes, dust.