132787What haue you vrg'd, that I can not reproue?

788The path is smooth that leadeth on to danger,

789I hate not loue, but your deuise in loue,

790That lends imbracements vnto euery stranger,

791 You do it for increase, ô straunge excuse!

792 When reason is the bawd to lusts abuse.

133793Call it not loue, for loue to heauen is fled,

794Since sweating lust on earth vsurpt his name,

795Vnder whose simple semblance he hath fed,

796Vpon fresh beautie, blotting it with blame;

797 Which the hot tyrant staines, & soone bereaues:

798 As Caterpillers do the tender leaues.

134799Loue comforteth like sun-shine after raine,

800But lusts effect is tempest after sunne,

801Loues gentle spring doth alwayes fresh remaine,

802Lusts winter comes, ere sommer halfe be donne:

803 Loue surfets not, lust like a glutton dies:

804 Loue is all truth, lust full of forged lies.

135805More I could tell, but more I dare not say,

806The text is old, the Orator too greene,

807Therefore in sadnesse, now I will away,

808My face is full of shame, my heart of teene,

809 Mine eares that to your wanton talke attended,

810 Do burne them selues, for hauing so offended.