Then show thy selfe and know thy selfe withall,
Lest climing high thou catch too great a fall.
Oh foule Eclipser of that fayre sun-shine,
Which is intitled Beauty in the best;
Making that mortall, which is els diuine,
That staines the fayre which Womens steeme not least:
Get thee to Hell againe (from whence thou art)
And leaue the Center of a Woman's hart.
Ah be not staind, (sweet Boy) with this vilde spot,