Or that it may seeme good,
It selfe in wit or beauty vailes.
Then envie circles us with hate,
And lays a siege so streight,
No heavenly succor enters in:
But if Revenge admittance finde,
For ever hath the mind
Made forfeit of it selfe to sinne.
Assaulted thus, how dare we raise
Our mindes to thinke his praise,