Glean not in barren soil these offal ears,
Sith reap thou may’st whole harvests of delight;
Base joys with griefs, bad hopes do end with fears, 15
Lewd love with loss, evil peace with deadly fight:
God’s love alone doth end with endless ease,
Whose joys in hope, whose hope concludes in peace.
Let not the luring train of fancies trap,
Or gracious features, proofs of Nature’s skill, 20
Lull Reason’s force asleep in Error’s lap,
Or draw thy wit to bent of wanton will.