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For when through tastles flatt hvmilitie In dow=bakd men, some harmelesnes wee see Tis but his fleyme, thats vertuous and not hee. Soe is the blood some tymes, whoever ran To danger vnimportund hee was than No better then a sanguine vertuous man Soe cloystrall men that in pretence of feare All contribution to this life forbeare Haue vertue in Melancholie and only there Spirituall cholerique Critigues, which in all Religions finde faults, and forgiue no fall, Haue through this zeale, vertue but in their gall Wee are thus parcell guilt, to gold wee're growne When vertue is our Soules complection Who knowes his vertues Name, or place hath none Vertues but Aguish: when tis seuerall By occasion wakd, and circumstantiall True vertue is soule, Alwaies in all deeds All. |
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