When men turn beasts, look there for brutish lovers!
Those eyes are pore-blind, look equally on any
Though't be a virtue to hinder one by many.
"Who gains by travel, lose Lordships for their Manors,
Must Tarquin ravish some? Hell on that glory!
Whose life's in healths, death soonest gains those banners!
Lust still is punished, though Treason write the story!
A rolling eye, a globe, new worlds discover!
Who still wheels round is but a damnèd lover.
"Doth Faith and Troth lie bathing? Is Lust, pleasure?