Ebbe from the good, to the impious flow:
And so in flattery betray,
That, raising they but overthrow.
And yet these attributes might prove
Fuell enough t' enflame desire;
But there was something from above,
Shot without reasons guide, this fire.
I know, yet know not, why I love.
[6] And there must once thy beauty lie. 1634, 1635.