abiure Could seruile feare of rendring natures due VVhich growth in yeeres was shortly like to claime So thrall my loue that I should thus eschue A vowed death and misse so faire an ayme Die die disloyall wretch thy life detest For sauing thine thou hast forsworne the best Ah life sweet drop drownd in a sea of sowers A flying good posting to doubtfull end Still loosing months and yeeres to gaine new howers Faine time to haue and spare yet forst to spend Thy growth decrease a moment all thou hast That gone ere knowne the rest to come or past Ah life the maze of countlesse straying waies Open to erring steps and strow'd with baits To winde weake sences into endlesse strayes A loofe from vertues rough vnbeaten straights A flower a play a blast a shade a dreame A liuing death a neuer turning streame And could I rate so high a life so base Did feare with loue cast so vneuen account That for this goale I should runne Iudas race And Caiphas rage in crueltie surmount Yet they esteemed thirtie pence his price I worse then both for nought deny'd him thrise The mother sea from ouerflowing deepes Sends forth her issue by diuided vaines Yet backe her of-spring to theyr mother creepes To pay theyr purest streames with added gaines But I that drunke the drops of heauenly flud Bemyr'd the gyuer with returning mud Is this the haruest of his sowing toyle Did Christ manure thy hart to breed him bryers Or doth it need this vnaccustomd soyle VVith hellish dunge to fertile heauens desires No no the Marle that periuries doth yeeld May spoyle a good not fat a barraine field VVas this for best deserts the duest meede Are highest worthes well wag'de with spitefull hire Are stoutest vowes repeal'd in greatest neede Should friendship at the first affront retire Blush crauen sott lurke in eternall night Crouch in the darkest caues from loathed light Ah wretch why was I nam'd sonne of a doue VVhose speeches voyded spight and breathed gall No kin I am vnto the bird of loue My stony name much better sutes my fall My othes were stones my cruell tongue the sling My God the marke at which my spight did fling VVere all the Iewish tiranies too few To glut thy hungry lookes with his disgrace That thou more hatefull tirannies must shew And spit thy poyson in thy Makers face Didst thou to spare his foes put vp thy sword To brandish now thy tongue against thy Lord Ah tongue that didst his prayse and Godhead sound How wert thou stain'd with such detesting words That euery word was to his hart a wound And launst him deeper then a thousand swordes VVhat rage of man yea what infernall spirite Could haue disgorg'd more loathsome dregs of spite VVhy did the yeelding sea like marble way Support a wretch more wauering then the waues VVhom doubt did plunge why did the water stay Vnkind in kindnesse murthering while it saues O that this toung had then been fishes food And I deuour'd before this cursing moode Their surges depthes and seas vnfirme by kinde Rough gusts and distance both from ship and shoare VVere titles to excuse my staggering minde Stout feete might falter on that liquid floare But here no seas no blastes no billowes were A puffe of womans winde bred all my feare O coward troupes far better arm'd then harted VVhom angry words whom blowes could not prouok VVhom though I taught how sore my weapon smarted Yet none repaide me with a wounding stroke O no that stroke could but one moitie kill I was reseru'd both halfes at once to spill Ah whether was forgotten loue exilde VVhere did the truth of pledged promise sleepe VVhat in my thoughts begat this ougly child That could through rented soule thus fircely creepe O viper feare their death by whom thou liuest All good thy ruynes wrecke all euels thou giuest Threats threw me not torments I none assayde My fray with shades conceits dyd make me yeeld VVounding my thoughts with feares selfely dismayd I neyther fought nor lost I gaue the field Infamous foyle a Maidens easie breath Dyd blow me downe and blast my soule to death Titles I make vntruths am I a rocke That with so soft a gale was ouer-throwne Am I fit Pastor for the faithfull flocke To guide theyr soules that murdred thus mine owne A rock of ruine not a rest to stay A Pastor not to feed but to betray Fidelitie was flowne when feare was hatched Incompatible brood in vertues nest Courage can lesse with cowardise be matched Prowesse nor loue lodg'd in deuided brest O Adams child cast by a sillie Eue Heire to thy Fathers foyles and borne to greeue In Thabors ioyes I eger was to dwell An earnest friend while pleasures light did shine But when ecclipsed glory prostrate fell These zealous heates to sleepe I did resigne And now my mouth hath thrise his name defil'd That cry'd so loud three dwellings there to build VVhen Christ attending the distressefull hower VVith his surcharged brest did blesse the ground Prostrate in pangs rayning a bleeding shower Me like my selfe a drowsie friend he found Thrise in his care sleepe closde my carelesse eye Presage how him my tongue should thrise deny Parting from Christ my fainting force declin'd VVith lingring foote I followed him a loofe Base feare out of my hart his loue vnshrind Huge in high words but impotent in proofe My vaunts did seeme hatcht vnder Sampsons locks Yet womans wordes did giue me murdring knocks So farre luke warme desires in crasie loue Farre off in neede with feeble foote they trayne In tydes they swimme low ebbes they scorne to proue They seeke their friends delights but shun their paine Hire of a hireling minde is earned shame Take now thy due beare thy begotten blame Ah coole remisnes vertues quartane feuer Pyning of loue consumption of grace Old in the cradle languor dying euer Soules wilfull famine sinnes soft stealing pace The vndermining euill of zealous thought Seeming to bring no harmes till all be brought O portresse of the doore of my disgrace VVhose toung vnlockt the truth of vowed minde VVhose wordes from cowardes hart did courage chase And let in death-full feares my soule to blinde O hadst thou been the portresse to my tombe VVhen thou wert portresse to that cursed roome Yet loue was loath to part feare loath to die Stay daunger life did counterplead their causes I fauouring stay and life bad daunger flie But daunger did except against these clauses Yet stay and liue I would and daunger shunne And lost my selfe while I my verdict wonne I stayde yet did my staying farthest part I liu'd but so that sauing life I lost it Daunger I shun'd but to my sorer smart I gayned nought but deeper domage crost it VVhat daunger distance death is worse then this That runnes from God and spoyles his soule of blisse O Iohn my guide into this earthly hell Too well acquainted in so ill a court VVhere rayling mouthes with
little sweete hath many fowres Short hap immortall harmes Her louing lookes are murdring dartes Her songs bewitching charmes Like winter rose and sommer I se Her ioyes are still vntimely Before her hope behind remorse Faire first in fine vnseemely Moodes passions fancies iealous fits Attend vpon her traine She yeeldeth rest without repose A heau'n in hellish paine Her house is slouth her doore deceite And slipperie hope her staires Vnbashfull boldnesse bids her guests And euery vice repaires Her diet is of such delight As please till they be past But then the poyson kils the hart That did entise the tast Her sleepe in sinne doth end in wrath Remorse rings her awake Death cals her vp shame driues her out Dispaires her vp-shot make Plowe not the Seas sowe not the sands Leaue off your idle paine Seeke other mistres for your minds Loues seruice is in vaine Life is but losse BY force I liue in will I wish to dye In plaint I passe the length of lingring dayes Free would my soule from mortall body flye And tread the tracke of deaths desired wayes Life is but losse where death is deemed gaine And loathed pleasures breede displeasing paine VVho would not dye to kill all murdering greeues Or who would liue in neuer dying feares VVho would not wish his treasure safe from theeues And quit his hart from pangues his eyes from teares Death parteth but two euer fighting foes VVhose ciuill strife doth worke our endlesse woes Life is a wandring course to doubtfull rest As oft a cursed ryse to damning leape As happie race to winne a heauenly crest None being sure what finall fruites to reape And who can like in such a life to dwell VVhose wayes are straite to heau'n but wyde to hell Come cruell death why lingrest thou so long VVhat doth withhold thy dint from fatall stroke Now prest I am alas thou doest me wrong To let me liue more anger to prouoke Thy right is had when thou hast stopt my breath VVhy should'st thou stay to worke my double death If Saules attempt in falling on his blade As lawfull were as ethe to put in vre If Sampsons leaue a common law were made Of Abels lot if all that would were sure Then cruell death thou should'st the tyrant play VVith none but such as wished for delay VVhere life is lou'd thou ready art to kill And to abridge with sodaine pangues their ioy VVhere life is loath'd thou wilt not worke their will But dost adiourne their death to their annoy To some thou art a fierce vnbidden guest But those that craue thy helpe thou helpest least Auant ô viper I thy spight defie There is a God that ouer-rules thy force VVho can thy weapons to his will apply And shorten or prolong our brittle course I on his mercie not thy might relye To him I liue for him I hope to dye I dye aliue O Life what lets thee from a quicke decease O death what drawes thee from a present pray My feast is done my soule would beat ease My grace is said ô death come take away I liue but such a life as euer dies I die but such a death as neuer ends My death to end my dying life denies And life my liuing death no whit amends Thus still I dye yet still I do reuiue My liuing death by dying life is fed Grace more then nature keepes my hart aliue VVhose idle hopes and vaine desires are dead Not where I breath but where I loue I liue Not where I loue but where I am I dye The life I wish must future glory giue The deathes I feele in present dangers lye What ioy to line I wage no warre yet peace I none enioy I hope I feare I fry in freezing cold I mount in mirth still prostrate in annoy I all the world embrace yet nothing hold All wealth is want where chiefest wishes faile Yea life is loath'd where loue may not preuaile For that I loue I long but that I lack That others loue I loath and that I haue All worldly fraights to me are deadly wrack Men present hap I future hopes doe craue They louing where they liue long life require To liue where best I loue death I desire Heere loue is lent for loane of filthy gaine Most friends befriend thēselues with friendships shew Heere plentie perril want doth breed disdaine Cares common are ioyes faulty short few Here honour enuide meanenes is dispis'd Sinne deemed solace vertue little pris'd Heere beauty is a baite that swallowed choakes A treasure sought still to the owners harmes A light that eyes to murdring sighs prouokes A grace that soules enchant with mortall charmes A luring ayme to Cupids fiery flights A balefull blisse that damnes where it delights O who would liue so many deaths to try VVhere will doth wish that wisedome doth reproue VVhere nature craues that grace must needs denie VVhere sence doth like that reason cannot loue VVhere best in shew in finall proofe is worst VVhere pleasures vpshot is to die accurst Lifes death loues life WHo liues in loue loues least to liue And long delayes doth rue If him he loue by whom he liues To whom all loue is due VVho for our loue did choose to liue And was content to die VVho lou'd our loue more then his life And loue with life did buy Let vs in life yea with our life Requite his liuing loue For best we liue when least we liue If loue our life remoue VVhere loue is hote life hatefull is Their grounds doe not agree Loue where it loues life where it liues Desireth most to be And sith loue is not where it liues Nor liueth where it loues Loue hateth life that holdes it backe And death it best approues For seldome is he wonne in life VVhom loue doth most desire If wonne by loue yet not inioyde Till mortall life expire Life out of earth hath not aboad In earth loue hath no place Loue setled hath her ioyes in heau'n In earth life all her grace Mourne therefore no true louers death Life onely him annoyes And when he taketh leaue of life Then loue beginnes his ioyes At home in Heauen FAire soule how long shall veyles thy graces shroud How long shall this exile with-hold thy right VVhen will thy sunne disperse this mortall cloud And giue thy glories scope to blaze their light O that a Starre more fit for Angels eyes Should pyne in earth not shyne aboue the skyes Thy ghostly beautie offred force to God It cheyn'd him in the linkes of tender loue It woon his will with man to make abode It stai'd his Sword and did his wrath remoue It made the rigor of his iustice yeeld And Crowned mercie Empresse of the feeld This lull'd our heauenly Sampson fast a sleepe And laid him in our feeble natures lap This made him vnder mortall load to creep And in our flesh his god-head to enwrap This made him soiourne with vs in exile And not disdayne our tytles in his
blasphemies did swell VVith taynted breath infecting all resort VVhy didst thou lead me to this hell of euills To shew my selfe a fiend among the diuels Euill president the tyde that wafts to vice Dumme Orator that woes with silent deedes VVriting in workes lessons of ill aduise The doing tale that eye in practise reedes Taster of ioyes to vnacquainted hunger VVith leauen of the olde seasoning the yonger It seemes no fault to doe that all haue done The number of offenders hides the sinne Coatch drawne with many horse doth easely runne Soone followeth one where multitudes begin O had I in that court much stronger bin Or not so strong as first to enter in Sharpe was the weather in that stormie place Best suting hearts benum'd with hellish frost VVhose crusted malice could admit no grace VVhere coales were kindled to the warmers cost VVhere feare my thoughts canded with ysie colde Heate did my tongue to periuries vnfolde O hatefull fire ah that I euer saw it Too hard my hart was frozen for thy force Farre hotter flames it did require to thawe it Thy hell resembling heate did freeze it worse O that I rather had congeal'd to yse Then bought thy warm'th at such a damning price O wakefull bird proclaimer of the day VVhose piercing note doth daunt the Lions rage Thy crowing did my selfe to me bewray My frights and brutish heates it did aswage But ô in this alone vnhappie cocke That thou to count my foyles wert made the clocke O bird the iust rebuker of my crime The faithfull waker of my sleeping feares Be now the daylie clocke to strike the time VVhen stinted eyes shall pay their taske of teares Vpbraide mine eares with thine accusing crow To make me rew that first it made me know O milde reuenger of aspiring pride Thou canst dismount high thoughts to low effects Thou mad'st a cocke me for my fault to chide My lofty boastes this lowlie bird corrects VVell might a cocke correct me with a crow VVhom hennish cackling first did ouer-throw VVeake weapons did Golias fumes abate VVhose storming rage did thunder threates in vaine His bodie huge harnest with massie plate Yet Dauids stone brought death into his braine VVith staffe and sling as to a dog he came And with contempt did boasting fury tame Yet Dauid had with Beare and Lyon fought His skilfull might excusd Golias foyle The death is easd that worthy hand hath wrought Some honour liues in honorable spoile But I on whom all infamies must light VVas hisd to death with wordes of womens spight Small gnats enforst th' Egiptian king to stoupe Yet they in swarmes and arm'd with piercing stings Smart noyse annoyance made his courage droupe No small incombrance such small vermine brings I quaild at words that neither bit nor stoung And those deliuered from a womans toung Ah feare abortiue impe of drouping mind Selfe ouer-throw false friend root of remorce Sighted in seeing euils in shunning blind Foyld without field by fancie not by force Ague of valour phrensie of the wise True honours staine loues frost the mint of lies Can vertue wisedome strength by women spild In Dauids Salomons and Sampsons falls VVith semblance of excuse my errour guild Or lend a marble glose to muddy walles O no their fault had show of some pretence No veyle can hide the shame of my offence The blaze of beauties beames allur'd their lookes Their lookes by seeing oft conceiued loue Loue by affecting swallowed pleasures hookes Thus beautie loue and pleasure them did mooue These Syrens sugred tunes rockt them a sleepe Enough to damne yet not to damne so deepe But gratious features dazeled not mine eies Two homely droyles were authors of my death Not loue but feare my sences did surprize Not feare of force but feare of womans breath And those vnarm'd ill grac'd despisd vnknowne So base a blast my truth hath ouer-throwne O women woe to men traps for their fals Still actors in all tragicall mischances Earthes necessarie euils captiuing thralls Now murdring with your tongs now with your glances Parents of life and loue spoylers of both The theeues of harts false do you loue or loth In time ô Lord thine eyes with mine did meete In them I reade the ruines of my fall Their chearing raies that made misfortune sweete Into my guiltie thoughts pourd floods of gall Their heauenly lookes that blest where they beheld Darts of disdaine and angrie checks did yeeld O sacred eyes the springs of liuing light The earthly heauens where Angels ioy to dwell How could you deigne to view my deathfull plight Or let your heauenly beames looke on my hell But those vnspotted eyes encountred mine As spotlesse Sunne doth on the dounghill shine Sweet volumes stoard with learning fit for Saints VVhere blisfull quires imparadize their minds VVherein eternall studie neuer faints Still finding all yet seeking all it finds How endlesse is your laborinth of blisse VVhere to be lost the sweetest finding is Ah wretch how oft haue I sweet lessons read In those deare eyes the registers of truth How oft haue I my hungrie wishes fed And in their happie ioyes redress'd my ruth Ah that they now are Heralds of disdaine That erst were euer pittiers of my paine You flames diuine that sparkle out your heats And kindle pleasing fires in mortall hearts You nectar'd Aumbryes of soule feeding meates You gracefull quiuers of loues deerest darts You did vouchsafe to warme to wound to feast My cold my stony my now famishd brest The matchles eyes match'd onely each by other VVere pleasd on my ill matched eyes to glaunce The eye of liquid pearle the purest mother Broch'd teares in mine to weepe for my mischance The cabinets of grace vnlockt their treasure And did to my misdeed their mercies measure These blazing Comets lightning flames of loue Made me their warming influence to know My frozen hart theyr sacred force did proue VVhich at their lookes did yeeld like melting snow They did not ioyes in former plentie carue Yet sweet are crums where pined thoughts do starue O liuing mirrours seeing whom you shew which equall shadows worths with shadowed things Yea make things nobler then in natiue hew By being shap'd in those life-gyuing springs Much more my image in those eyes was grac'd Then in my selfe whom sinne and shame defac'd All-seeing eyes more worth then all you see Of which one is the others onely price I worthlesse am direct your beames on mee VVith quickning vertue cure my killing vice By seeing things you make things worth the sight You seeing salue and beeing seene delight O Pooles of Hesebon the bathes of grace VVhere happy spirits diue in sweet desires VVhere Saints reioyce to glasse theyr glorious face VVhose banks make Eccho to the Angels quires An Eccho sweeter in the sole rebound Then Angels musick in the fullest sound O eyes whose glaunces are a silent speech In ciphred words high misteries disclosing VVhich with a looke all Sciences can
age how Christ his childhood spent All earthly pennes vnworthy were to write Such acts to mortall eyes he did present VVhose worth not men but Angels must recite No natures blots no childish faults defilde VVhere grace was guide and God did play the childe In springing locks lay couched hoarie wit In semblance young a graue and auncient port In lowly lookes high Maiestie did sit In tender tongue sound sence of sagest sort Nature imparted all that shee could teach And God supplied where nature could not reach His mirth of modest meane a mirrour was His sadnesse tempered with a milde aspect His eye to try each action was a glas VVhose lookes did good approue and bad correct His natures gifts his grace his word and deede VVell shewed that all did from a God proceede A child my choyse LEt folly praise that fancie loues I praise and loue that child Whose hart no thought whose tong no word whose hand no deed defild I praise him most I loue him best all praise and loue is his While him I loue in him I liue and cannot liue amisse Loues sweetest mark lawdes highest theme mans most desired light To loue him life to leaue him death to liue in him delight He mine by gift I his by debt thus each to others due First friend he was best friend he is all times will try him true Though young yet wise though smal yet strong though man yet God he is As wise he knowes as strong he can as God he loues to blisse His knowledge rules his strength defends his loue doth cherish all His birth our ioye his life our light his death our end of thrall Alas he weepes he sighes he pants yet doo his Angels sing Out of his teares his sighes and throbs doth buda ioyfull spring Almightie babe whose tender armes can force all foes to flie Correct my faults protect my life direct me when I die Content and rich IDwell in graces court Enrich'd with vertues rights Faith guides my wit loue leades my will Hope all my mind delights In lowly vales I mount To pleasures highest pich My seely shrowd true honor brings My poore estate is rich My conscience is my crowne Contented thoughts my rest My hart is happie in it selfe My blisse is in my brest Enough I reckon welth A meane the surest lot That lies too high for base contempt Too low for enuies shot My wishes are but few All easie to fulfill I make the limites of my power The bondes vnto my will I haue no hopes but one VVhich is of heauenly raigne Effects attaind or not desir'd All lower hopes resraine I feele no care of coyne VVeldoing is my welth My minde to me an empire is VVhile grace affordeth health I clyp high-clyming thoughts The wings of swelling pride Their fall is worst that from the hight Of greatest honour slide Sith sayles of largest size The storme doth soonest teare I beare so low and small a sayle As freeth me from feare I wrastle not with rage VVhile furies flame doth burne It is in vaine to stop the streame Vntill the tide doth turne But when the flame is out and ebbing wrath doth end I turne a late enraged foe Into a quiet friend And taught with often proofe A tempered calme I finde To be most solace to it selfe Best cure for angrie minde Spare diet is my fare My clothes more fit then fine I know I feede and cloth a foe That pamp'red would repine I enuie not their happe VVhom fauour doth aduance I take no pleasure in their paine That haue lesse happie chance To rise by others fall I deeme a loosing gaine All states with others ruines built To ruine runne a-maine No change of fortunes calmes Can cast my comforts downe VVhen fortune smiles I smile to thinke How quickly shee will frowne And when in froward moode She proues an angrie foe Small gaine I found to let her come Lesse losse to let her goe Losse in delayes SHun delayes they breed remorse Take thy time while time doth serue thee Creeping Snayles haue weakest force Flie theyr fault least thou repent thee Good is best when soonest wrought Lingring labours come to nought Hoise vp saile while gale doth last Tide and wind stay no mans pleasure Seeke not time when time is past Sober speede is wisedomes leysure After wits are dearely bought Let thy fore-wit guide thy thought Time weares all his lockes before Take thou hold vpon his fore-head VVhen he flies he turnes no more And behind his scalpe is naked VVorkes aiournd haue many stayes Long demurres breede new delayes Seeke thy salue while sore is greene Festred wounds aske deeper launcing After cures are seldome seene Often sought scarce euer chauncing Time and place giue best aduise Out of season out of prise Crush the Serpent in the head Breake ill egges ere they be hatched Kill bad Chickins in the tread Fligge they hardly can be catched In the rysing stifle ill Least it grow against thy will Drops doe pierce the stubborne flint Not by force but often falling Custome kils with feeble dint More by vse then strength preuailing Single sands haue little waight Many make a drowning fraight Tender twigs are bent with ease Aged trees doe breake with bending Young desires make little prease Growth doth make them past amending Happy man that soone doth knock Bable babes against the rocke Loues seruile Lot LOue mistris is of many minds Yet few know whom they serue They reckon least how little loue Theyr seruice doth deserue The will shee robbeth from the wit The sence from reasons lore Shee is delightfull in the rine Corrupted in the core Shee shroudeth vice in vertues vaile Pretending good in ill Shee offereth ioy affoordeth griefe A kisse where shee doth kill A honny shower raines from her lyps Sweet lights shine in her face Shee hath the blush of virgine mind The minde of Vipers race She makes thee seek yet feare to find To find but not enioy In many frownes some gliding smiles Shee yeelds to more anoy She wooes thee to come neere her fire Yet doth shee draw it from thee Farre off she makes thy hart to frie And yet to freeze within thee Shee letteth fall some luring baits For fooles to gather vp Too sweet too sowre to euery tast Shee tempereth her cup. Soft soules she bindes in tender twist Small Flyes in spinners webbe Shee sets a floote some luring streames But makes them soone to ebbe Her watrie eyes haue burning force Her floods and flames conspire Teares kindle sparkes sobbes fuell are And sighes doe blow her fire May neuer was the Month 〈…〉 oue For May is full of flowers But rather Aprill wet by kind For loue is full of showers Like tyrant cruell wounds she giues Like Surgeon salue shee lends But salue and sore haue equall force For death is both their ends VVith soothing wordes inthralled soules Shee chaines in seruile bands Her eye in silence hath a speach VVhich eye best vnderstands Her
stile This brought him from the rankes of heau'nly quires Into this vale of teares and cursed soyle From flowers of grace into a world of bryers From life to death from blisse to balefull toyle This made him wander in our Pilgrim weede And tast our torments to relieue our neede O soule do not thy noble thoughtes abase To lose thy loues in any mortall wight Content thine eye at home with natiue grace Sith God him selfe is rauisht with thy sight If on thy beautie God enamored bee Base is thy loue of any lesse then hee Giue not assent to muddy minded skill That deemes the feature of a pleasing face To be the sweetest baite to lure the will Not valewing right the worth of ghostly grace Let Gods and Angels censure winne beliefe That of all beauties iudge our soules the chiefe Queene Hester was of rare and pearlesse hew And Iudeth once for beautie bare the vaunt But he that could our soules endowments vew Would soone to soules the Crowne of beauty graunt O soule out of thy selfe seeke God alone Grace more then thine but Gods the world hath none Lewd Loue is Losse MIsdeeming eye that stoupest to the lure Of mortall worthes not worth so worthy loue All beauties base all graces are impure That do thy erring thoughts from God remoue Sparkes to the fire the beames yeelde to the sunne All grace to God from whom all graces runne If picture moue more should the patterne please No shaddow can with shaddowed things compare And fayrest shapes whereon our loues do seaze But seely signes of Gods high beauties are Goe steruing sence feede thou on earthly mast True loue in Heau'n seeke thou thy sweet repast Gleane not in barren soyle these offall eares Sith reap thou maiest whole haruests of delight Base ioyes with griefes bad hopes do end in feares Lewd loue with losse euill peace with deadly fight Gods loue alone doth end with endlesse ease VVhose ioyes in hope whose hope concludes in peace Let not the luring traine of fansies trap Or gracious features proofes of natures skill Lull reasons force a sleepe in errors lap Or draw thy wit to bent of wanton will The fayrest flowers haue not the sweetest smell A seeming heauen proues oft a damning hell Selfe-pleasing soules that play with beauties bayte In shyning shroud may swallow fatall hooke VVhere eager sight or semblant faire doth waite A locke it proues that first was but a looke The fish with ease into the Net doth glide But to get out the way is not so wide So long the flie doth dallie with the flame Vntill his singed wings doe force his fall So long the eye doth follow fancies game Till loue hath left the hart in heauie thrall Soone may the minde be cast in Cupids Iayle But hard it is imprisoned thoughts to bayle O loath that loue whose finall ayme is lust Moth of the mind eclypse of reasons light The graue of grace the mole of natures rust The wrack of wit the wrong of euery right In summe an euill whose harmes no tongue can tell In which to liue is death to dye is hell Loues Garden griefe VAine loues auaunt infamous is your pleasure Your ioy deceit Your iewels iests worthlesse trash your treasure Fooles common bait Your pallace is a prison that allureth To sweet mishap and rest that paine procureth Your garden griefe hedg'd in with thornes of enuie And stakes of strife Your Allyes errour graueled with iealousie And cares of life Your bankes are seates enwrapt with shades of sadnes Your Arbours breed rough fittes of raging madnes Your beds are sowne with seedes of all iniquitie And poys'ning weedes VVhose stalks euill thoughts whose leaues words full of vanitie VVhose fruite misdeedes VVhose sap is sinne whose force and operation To banish grace and worke the soules damnation Your trees are dismall plants of pyning corrosiues VVhose roote is ruth VVhose barke is bale whose timber stubborne fantasies VVhose pyth vntruth On which in liew of birdes whose voyce delighteth Of guiltie conscience screching note affrighteth Your coolest summer gales are scalding sighings Your showers are teares Your sweetest smell the stench of sinfull liuing Your fauoures feares Your gardener sathan all you reape is miserie Your gaine remorse and losse of all felicitie From Fortunes reach LEt fickle fortune runne her blindest rase I setled haue an vnremoued mind I scorne to be the game of fansies chase Or vane to shew the chaunge of euery wind Light giddy humors stinted to no rest Still chaunge their choyce yet neuer chose the best My choyse was guided by fore-sightfull heede It was auerred with approuing will It shal be followed with performing deede And seal'd with vow till death the chooser kill Yea death though finall date of vaine desires Endes not my choyse which with no time expires To beauties fading blisse I am no thrall I bury not my thoughts in mettall Mynes I aime not at such fame as feareth fall I seeke and find a light that euer shynes VVhose glorious beames display such heauenly sights As yeeld my soule a summe of all delights My light to loue my loue to lyfe doth guyde To life that liues by loue and loueth light By loue to one to whom all loues are tyde By dewest debt and neuer equall right Eyes light harts loue soules truest life he is Consorting in three ioyes one perfect blisse FINIS Ma Mat Ioh. Ma◠Lu◠16 Ioh 6. 4. 17. Exod◠2. R◠3. R◠Iud◠Ca 〈…〉 2. Reg. Can. 5. 12. Exod. 1 verse 6 Psal. 6 Tob 〈…〉 3 7 Gene 〈…〉 Gene 〈…〉 2 Re 〈…〉 〈…〉 2. 11. 17. 〈…〉 8.