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Or let mee creepe to some dead Coniurer, Which with fantastique Scheames fulfills much paper Which hath deuided heauen in Tenements, And with whores, theeues, and mvrtherers stuff their rents Soe full, that though hee passe them all in Sin, Hee leaues himselfe noe roome to enter in. And if when all his art, and time is spent, Hee say twill nere bee found, oh bee content. Receaue from him the doome vngrudgingly, By cause hee is the mouth of Destinye. Thou saiest alas the gold doth still remaine Though it bee changd, and put into a chaine; Soe in the first falne Angells resteth still Wisdome and knowledge, but tis turnd to ill. As thes should doe good workes, and should prouide Necessities, but now mvst nvrse thy Pride; And they are still bad Angells, myne are none; For forme giues beinge and their forme is gone Pittie thes Angells, yet their dignities Passe vertues, powers, and principalities But thou art resolute; thy will bee done Yet with such anguish, as her only sonne The Mother in the hungrie graue doth laie Vnto the fire those Martyres I betraie. Good Soules, for yow giue life to euery thinge; Good Angells, for good messages yow bringe, Destind yow might haue been to such a one As would haue loud, and worshipt yow alone One which would suffer hvnger, nakednesse, Yea death ere hee woulde make yow nvmberlesse. But I am guiltie of your sad decaie May your few fellowes longer with mee staie |
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