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Here, where by all, all Saints invoked are,
T'were too much Scisme to bee singulare,
And gainst a practise generall to war;
Yett, turninge to Saints, should my'Humilitee
To other Saint, then yo^w, directed bee,
That were to make my Scisme Heresee.
Nor would I bee a Convertite so cold
As not to tell ytt; If thys bee to bold,
Pardons are in thys Market cheaply sold.
Where, because Fayth ys in too lowe degree,
I thought yt some Apostleship in mee,
To speak things w^ch by Fayth alone I see:
That ys, of yo^w; who are a firmament
Of vertues, where no one ys growen, nor spent;
Thay'are yo^r Materialls, not yo^r Ornament.
Others, whom wee call vertuous, are not so
In theyr whole Substance, but theyr vertues grow
But in theyr Humors, and at Seasons show.
For when through tastles flatt Humilitee,
In Doe-bakd men, some Harmelesnes wee see,
Tis but hys Flegme that's vertuous, and not hee.
So ys the Blood sometymes; who euer ran
To Danger vnimportund, hee was than
No better then a Sanguine vertuous man.
So Cloystrall Men who in pretence of fear,
All Contributions to thys Lyfe forbear,
Haue vertu in Melancholy, and onely there.
Spirituall Cholerique Critiqs, w^ch in all
Religions, find faults, and forgiue no fall,
Haue, through thys Zeale, vertu, but in theyr Gall.
We'are thus but parcell-gilt; To Gold we'are growen,
When vertu ys our Soules Complexione;
Who knowes hys vertues Name, or Place, hath none.
Vertu ys but Aguishe, when tis Seuerall;
By'Occasion wak'd, and Circumstantiall;
True vertu ys Soule, allways in all deeds all.
Thys vertu, thinkinge to giue Dignitee
To yo^r Soule, found there no infirmitee;
for yo^r Soule was as good vertu as shee.
Shee therfore wrought upon that part of yo^w,
W^ch ys scarse but litle lesse then Soule, as shee could doe,
And soe hath made yo^r Beauty vertue too;