| Sat: .3.a |
| Kind pity choakes my spleene; braue scorne for\bids [f. 5] |
| These teares to issue wch swell my eylids. |
| I must nor Laugh, nor weepe sin, and be wise, |
| May rayling then cure these worne maladyes. |
| Is not or Mistres fayre Religion |
| As worthy of all or Soules deuotion |
| As vertu was to the first blind Age? |
| Are not heauens ioyes as valiant tot'assuage |
| Lusts, as Earths honors was to them? Alas |
| As we do them in meanes, shall they surpas |
| Vs in the end? And shall thy fathers Spiritt |
| Meete blind Philosophers in heauen, whose meritt |
| Of strict Life maybe'imputed fayth, and heare |
| Thee whome he tought wayes easy and neare |
| To follow, damn'd? Oh if thou darest, feare this |
| This feare great courage, and high valor is. |
| Darest thou ayd mutinous Dutch? darest thou lay |
| Thee in Shipps woodden Sepulchers, a pray |
| To Leaders rage, to Stormes, to shott, to dearthe, |
| Darest thou dive Seas, and dungeons of ye Earthe? |
| Hast thou couragious fyer to thaw ye yce |
| Of frozen north discoueryes, and thrice |
| Colder then Salamanders; Like diuine |
| Chilldren in th'ouen, fires of Spayne and ye Line, |
| Whose Cuntryes Limbecks to or bodyes bee |
| Canst thou for gayne beare? and must euery hee |
| Wch cryes not Goddesse to thy Mistres, draw, |
| Or eate thy poysonous words? courage of straw; |
| O desperate Coward, wilt thou seeme bold, and |
| To thye foes, and his who made thee, to stand |
| Soldier in his worlds garrison, thus yeild |
| And for forbid warrs, leaue th'appointed field. |
| Know thy foes: the foule Deuill, whom thou |
| Striu'st to please, for hate not loue would allow |
| Thee fayne his whole Realme to be ridd: and as |
| The worlds all parts wither away and pas, |
| So the worlds selfe thy other loud foe is |
| In her decrepit wayne; and thou louing this |