proves but dross.
Thus am I, both of help and hope bereaved.
"He never tried that never was deceived.
Chi non si fida, non vient ingannato.
II.
Once did I love, but more than once repent;
When vintage came, my grapes were sour, or rotten.
Long time in grief and pensive thoughts I spent;
And all for that, which Time hath made forgotten.
O strange effects of time! which, once being lost,