A garden of graue and godlie flowers Sonets, elegies, and epitaphs. Planted, polished, and perfected: By Mr. Alexander Gardyne |
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Meanes how to bridle the carnall desires of men.
No thing so fit, to danton the desires,
And appetites, of fragill fleshly Men;
That so much raignes, and ouer them empires,
Nor with considred, Conscience to ken:
And wisely wey, what is this Bodie that,
They fearce so full, and dresse, so delicat.
And appetites, of fragill fleshly Men;
That so much raignes, and ouer them empires,
Nor with considred, Conscience to ken:
And wisely wey, what is this Bodie that,
They fearce so full, and dresse, so delicat.
VVould they consider, and bot sight the same,
And but selfe loue, these circumstances see?
VVhat is their kind? whairof compound they came?
And then how short, here thair abydings be:
Or at the least? how much incertaine since,
One houre they are, and or an vther hence.
And but selfe loue, these circumstances see?
VVhat is their kind? whairof compound they came?
And then how short, here thair abydings be:
Or at the least? how much incertaine since,
One houre they are, and or an vther hence.
Or would men mortall meditate, and marke,
Of Nothing how, the great Creator choosd,
To frame so fair, the worlds most wondrous wark,
And from no monstrous masse, but forme confusde;
As Fablers fain, into their wanton verse,
Created He the boundles Vniverse.
Of Nothing how, the great Creator choosd,
To frame so fair, the worlds most wondrous wark,
And from no monstrous masse, but forme confusde;
As Fablers fain, into their wanton verse,
Created He the boundles Vniverse.
And how of th'Earth, the grossest Element,
He all the kinds, of Creatures compones,
And how th'Artificer most Excellent,
Thair fragill flesh, thair Bodies, blood, and bones:
Did make, of mater most despisd, and basse,
The Earth her dust, her excrements; and ashe,
He all the kinds, of Creatures compones,
And how th'Artificer most Excellent,
Thair fragill flesh, thair Bodies, blood, and bones:
Did make, of mater most despisd, and basse,
The Earth her dust, her excrements; and ashe,
Thus that they are, (wold they bot well aduise)
Dung, dust, and ash, which so aliue, they loue,
And looke againe, when dead, but life, one lies,
How putrid and, vnpleasant soone they prooue,
These would they wey, view, warlie, and aduart,
They should not then, so primp the Earthly part.
Dung, dust, and ash, which so aliue, they loue,
And looke againe, when dead, but life, one lies,
How putrid and, vnpleasant soone they prooue,
These would they wey, view, warlie, and aduart,
They should not then, so primp the Earthly part.
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