'Why work'st thou mischief in thy pilgrimage, (961)
Unless thou couldst return to make amends? (962)
One poor retiring minute in an age (963)
Would purchase thee a thousand thousand friends, (964)
Lending him wit that to bad debtors lends:
O, this dread night, wouldst thou one hour come back, (966)
I could prevent this storm and shun thy wrack!