Soft motions, from that great Eternall-Wheele,

Which mooveth all things, sweetly mooving mee,

To gaine the Place, in which I ought to bee:

And, when to Him, I backe returne, from whom

At first I came, I shall at Full become.

Bee warie, wheresoe're, thou bee:
For, from deceit, no place is free.