XXV. Farewell false loue
1
Farewell false loue, the oracle of lies,
a mortall foe, & enimie to rest:
An enuious boy, from whome all cares arise,
A bastard vile, a beast with rage possest.
A way of error, a temple ful of treason,
in all effects, contrary vnto reason:
2
A poysoned serpent couered all vvith flovvers,
Mother of sighes and murtherer of repose,
A sea of sorows frō whēce are drawē such showers
As moisture lend to euery griefe that grovves,
A schole of guile, a net of deepe deceit,
A guilded hooke, that holds a poysoned bayte.
3
A fortresse foyld, which reason dyd defend,
A Syren song, a feauer of the minde,
A maze vvherein affection finds no end,
A raging cloud that runnes before the vvinde,
A substance like the shadow of the Sunne,
A goale of griefe for vvhich the vvisest tunne.
4
A quenchlesse fire, a nursse of trembling feare,
A path that leads to perill and mishap,
A true retreat of sorrovv and dispayre,
An idle boy that sleepes in pleasures lap,
A deepe mistrust of that vvhich certaine seemes,
A hope of that vvhich reason doubtfull deemes.
FINIS.
