⁠Fain was Narcissus, fair and shy,
For love's love lightly lost and won,
⁠In a deep well to drown and die;
Good luck has he that deals with none!

Sardana, flower of chivalry,
⁠Who conquered Crete with horn and cry,
For this was fain a maid to be
⁠And learn with girls the thread to ply;
⁠King David, wise in prophecy,
Forgot the fear of God for one
⁠Seen washing either shapely thigh;
Good luck has he that deals with none!

For this did Amnon, craftily
⁠Feigning to eat of cakes of rye,
Deflower his sister fair to see,
⁠Which was foul incest; and hereby