H. His Deuises for his owne exercise, and his Friends pleasure [by Thomas Howell] |
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Mans impietie, faynes false Deitie.
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Mans impietie, faynes false Deitie.
Lust
long is faynde a God of loue to hee,
Whose peeuishe power some deeme is dangerous.
A cunning Archer that could neuer see,
Set forth he is, with shaftes right perillous.
A wanton winged boy forsooth he is,
And Venus sonne, whom she doth clip and kisse.
Whose peeuishe power some deeme is dangerous.
A cunning Archer that could neuer see,
Set forth he is, with shaftes right perillous.
A wanton winged boy forsooth he is,
And Venus sonne, whom she doth clip and kisse.
Down from the Heauens he shoots the flaming dartes,
That Fancie quickly burnes with quenchlesse fyre:
Bereauing Reason quite in all her partes,
Preferring wyll with doting fond desyre.
Is this a God? no, no, a Diuell sure,
To fylthie lust that doth the weake allure.
That Fancie quickly burnes with quenchlesse fyre:
Bereauing Reason quite in all her partes,
Preferring wyll with doting fond desyre.
Is this a God? no, no, a Diuell sure,
To fylthie lust that doth the weake allure.
For Gods to Uertue, not to vices winne,
Their powers prouoke to good and not to yll:
Tis gainst their kinde to foster fylthie sinne,
Eche heauenly grace, doth heauenly giftes fulfyll.
Then you that fayne Dan Cupide is a God,
Recante in tyme, least Ioue reach forth his rod.
Their powers prouoke to good and not to yll:
Tis gainst their kinde to foster fylthie sinne,
Eche heauenly grace, doth heauenly giftes fulfyll.
Then you that fayne Dan Cupide is a God,
Recante in tyme, least Ioue reach forth his rod.
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