Our full desires, and starve the tyrant so.
They whom the rising blood tempts not to taste,
Preserve a stock of love can never waste;
When easy people who their wish enjoy,
10Like prodigals at once their wealth destroy.
Adam till now had stay'd in Paradise
Had his desires been bounded by his eyes.
When he did more than look, that made th' offence,
And forfeited his state of innocence.
Fruition therefore is the bane t' undo