It is a feild, where sence & reason fight,
The soules & bodies quarrells to discus;
5It is a iorney where wee do not goe,
but fly wth speedy wings t'our blisse or woe.
It is a chaine yt hath but two smale links
Where〈with〉 or graue is to or bodie ioyned;
It is a poysned feast wherein who thinks
10To tast ioyes cup, ye cup of death doth find.
It is a play, presented in heauens eye
Wherein or parts are to do naught but dye.