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Not to know vice at all and keepe true state	A
Is vertue and not Fate	A
Next to that vertue is to know vice well	B
And her black spight expell	B
Which to effect since no brest is so sure	C
Or safe but shee'll procure	C
Some way of entrance we must plant a guard	D
Of thoughts to watch and ward	E
At th'eye and eare the ports unto the minde	E
That no strange or unkinde	E
Object arrive there but the heart our spie	F
Give knowledge instantly	F
To wakefull Reason our affections king	G
Who in th'examining	G
Will quickly taste the reason and commit	E
Close the close cause of it	E
'Tis the securest policie we have	H
To make our sense our slave	I
But this true course is not embrac'd by many	F
By many scarce by any	F
For either our affections doe rebell	F
Or else the sentinell	F
That should ring larum to the heart doth sleepe	F
Or some great thought doth keepe	F
Back the intelligence and falsely sweares	J
Th'are base and idle feares	J
Whereof the loyall conscience so complaines	J
Thus by these subtill traines	J
Doe severall passions invade the minde	E
And strike our reason blinde	E
Of which usurping ranck some have thought Love	K
The first as prone to move	L
Most frequent tumults horrors and unrests	J
In our enflamed brests	J
But this doth from the cloud of error grow	M
Which thus we over blow	M
The thing they here call Love is blinde Desire	N
Arm'd with bow shafts and fire	N
Inconstant like the sea of whence 'tis borne	O
Rough swelling like a storme	P
With whom who sailes rides on the surge of feare	N
And boyles as if he were	N
In a continuall tempest Now true Love	K
No such effects doth prove	L
That is an essence farre more gentle fine	Q
Pure perfect nay divine	Q
It is a golden chaine let downe from heaven	R
Whose linkes are bright and even	S
That falls like sleepe on Lovers and combines	J
The soft and sweetest mindes	J
In equall knots This beares no brands nor darts	J
To murther different hearts	J
But in a calme and god like unitie	E
Preserves communitie	E
O who is he that in this peace enjoyes	J
Th Elixir of all joyes	J
A forme more fresh than are the Eden bowers	J
And lasting as her flowers	J
Richer than Time and as Time's vertue rare	N
Sober as saddest care	N
A fixed thought an eye un taught to glance	J
Who blest with such high chance	J
Would at suggestion of a steep desire	N
Cast himselfe from the spire	N
Of all his happinesse But soft I heare	N
Some vicious foole draw neare	N
That cryes we dream and swears there's no such thing	G
As this chaste love we sing	G
Peace luxury thou art like one of those	J
Who being at sea suppose	J
Because they move the Continent doth so	J
No vice we let thee know	J
Though thy wild thoughts with sparrows wings do flye	T
Turtles can chastly dye	T
And yet in this t'expresse our selves more cleare	N
We do not number here	N
Such Spirits as are only continent	E
Because lust's meanes are spent	E
Or those who doubt the common mouth of fame	P
And for their place and name	P
Cannot so safely sinne Their chastity	E
Is meere necessity	E
Nor meane we those whom Vowes and conscience	J
Have fill'd with abstinence	J
Though we acknowledge who can so abstayne	J
Makes a most blessed gaine	J
He that for love of goodnesse hateth ill	F
Is more crowne worthy still	F
Than he which for sins penalty forbeares	J
His heart sins though he feares	J
But we propose a person like our Dove	K
Grac'd with a Phoenix love	K
A beauty of that cleare and sparkling light	E
Would make a day of night	E
And turne the blackest sorrowes to bright joyes	J
Whose od'rous breath destroyes	J
All taste of bitternesse and makes the ayre	N
As sweet as she is faire	N
A body so harmoniously compos'd	E
As if Nature disclos'd	E
All her best symmetrie in that one feature	N
O so divine a creature	N
Who could be false to chiefly when he knowes	J
How only she bestowes	J
The wealthy treasure of her love on him	P
Making his fortunes swim	P
In the full flood of her admir'd perfection	J
What savage brute affection	J
Would not be fearefull to offend a dame	P
Of this excelling frame	P
Much more a noble and right generous mind	E
To vertuous moods inclin'd	E
That knowes the weight of guilt He will refraine	J
From thoughts of such a straine	J
And to his sense object this sentence ever	N
Man may securely sinne but safely never	N

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