that were not made for you?
How durst you eat for spir'tual meat
your bane, and drink damnation,
Whilst by your guile you render'd vile
so rare and great Salvation?
LXXIX.
"Your fancies fed on heav'nly Bread,
your hearts fed on some Lust;
You lov'd the Creature more than th' Creator,
your souls clove to the dust.