And looke not back, to looke up doth allow.
Good seed degenerates, and oft obeyes
50The soyles disease, and into cockle strayes;
Let the minds thoughts be but transplanted so,
Into the body,'and bastardly they grow.
What hate could hurt our bodies like our love?
Wee (but no forraine tyrants could) remove
55These not ingrav'd, but inborne dignities,
Caskets of soules; Temples, and Palaces:
For, bodies shall from death redeemed bee,