What’s the best thing in the world?

June-rose, by May-dew impearled;

Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;

4

Truth, not cruel to a friend;

Pleasure, not in haste to end;

Beauty, not self-decked and curled

Till its pride is over-plain;

8

Love, when, so, you’re loved again.

What’s the best thing in the world?

—Something out of it, I think.