“But, gentle sir, if thou must lose
thy joy for a gem that to thee was dear,
thou'rt set, methinks, on mad intent,
and carest for too brief a cause:
what thou didst lose was but a rose,
that flower'd and fail'd, as Nature bade;
through the casket's grace, enclosing it,
it now is proved a pearl of price.
And thou hast call'd thy fate a thief,
that ought from nought hath made for thee;
thou blamest the balm of all thine ill,
thou art a graceless jeweller.”