121841Yet am I guiltie of thy Honors wracke,
842Yet for thy Honor did I entertaine him,
843Comming from thee I could not put him backe:
844For it had beene di
shonor to di
sdaine him,
845Be
sides of wearine
sse he did complaine him,
846 And talk't of Vertue (O vnlook't for euill,)
847 When Vertue is prophan'd in
such a Deuill.
122848Why
should the worme intrude the maiden bud?
849Or hatefull Kuckcowes hatch in Sparrows ne
sts?
850Or Todes infe
ct faire founts with venome mud?
851Or tyrant follie lurke in gentle bre
sts?
852Or Kings be breakers of their owne behe
stes?
853 "But no perfe
ction is
so ab
solute,
854 That
some impuritie doth not pollute.
123855The aged man that co
ffers vp his gold,
856Is plagu'd with cramps, and gouts, and painefull
fits,
857And
scarce hath eyes his trea
sure to behold,
858But like
still pining
TANTALVS he
sits,
859And v
sele
sse barnes the harue
st of his wits:
860 Hauing no other plea
sure of his gaine,
861 But torment that it cannot cure his paine.
124862So then he hath it when he cannot v
se it,
863And leaues it to be mai
stred by his yong:
864Who in their pride do pre
sently abu
se it,
865Their father was too weake, and they too
strong
866To hold their cur
sed-ble
ssed Fortune long.
867 "The
sweets we wi
sh for, turne to lothed
sowrs,
868 "Euen in the moment that we call them ours.
125869Vnruly bla
sts wait on the tender
spring,
870Vnhol
some weeds take roote with precious
flowrs,
871The Adder hi
sses where the
sweete birds
sing,
872What Vertue breedes Iniquity deuours:
873We haue no good that we can
say is ours,
874 But ill annexed opportunity
875 Or kils his life, or el
se his quality.