Tis but an hour ago since it was nine, And after one hour more 'twill be eleven; And so, from hour to hour, we ripe and ripe, And then, from hour to hour, we rot and rot; And thereby hangs a tale
The tartness of his face sours ripe grapes.
He was a scholar, and a ripe and good one;Exceedingly wise, fair-spoken and persuading;Lofty and sour to them that loved him not;But to those men that sought him sweet as summer.
Fruits that blossom first will first be ripe.