'So, so,' quoth he, 'these lets attend the time, (331)
Like little frosts that sometime threat the spring, (332)
To add a more rejoicing to the prime, (333)
And give the sneaped birds more cause to sing. (334)
Pain pays the income of each precious thing;
Huge rocks, high winds, strong pirates, shelves and sands, (336)
The merchant fears, ere rich at home he lands.'