But who can stop the streame that runnes full swift?
Or quench the fyre that is crept in[1970] the strawe?
The thirsty drinkes, there is no other shift,
Perforce is such that neede obayes no lawe:
Thus bounde wee are in worldly yokes to drawe,
And cannot stay, nor turne agayne in tyme,
Nor learne of those that sought too high to clyme.
6.
My selfe for proofe, loe, here I now appeare,
In woman’s weede, with weeping watred eyes,