Both springs here met. Woe here was clothed with gladness.
Heaven was their comfort. It alone did cheer them.
Daiphantus from these springs, some fruit did gather.
Experience is an infant, though an ancient father!
"Sweet Lady! know the Soul looks through our eyesights!
Content lives not in shews or beauty seeing!
Peace, not from number, nor strength in high spirits!
Joy dies with Virtue, yet lives in Virtue's being!
Beauty is masked, where Virtue is not hidden!
Man still desires that fruit, he's most forbidden!