'I see what crosses my attempt will bring; (492)
I know what thorns the growing rose defends; (493)
I think the honey guarded with a sting; (494)
All this beforehand counsel comprehends: (495)
But will is deaf and hears no heedful friends;
Only he hath an eye to gaze on beauty, (497)
And dotes on what he looks, 'gainst law or duty.