10Who only see the calms that sleep
On this smooth flatt'ring deep,
But not the hidden dangers know.
They that like me thy falsehood prove,
Will scorn thy love.
Some may, deceiv'd at first, adore thy shrine;
But he that, as thy sacrifice,
Doth willingly fall twice,
Dies his own martyr, and not thine.
Song. 12 the] thy 1647.