Bidding me seeke by fame in forren warres,
To fixe my name amongst the golden starres,
And leaue a name on earth to liue for aye,
When rapt in mould my limbes forgotten lay.
41.
This stout suggestion of my mightie mind,
Made me despise foule ease and pleasures light,
Which softens th’heart, strikes strong desier blind,
Drownes all eternitie in depth of night,
And leaues reproch for prise of such delight: