As marish rootes dissolve, even as they breed:
An humane creature, inhumanely taught,
Is worser given to ill, than evill fraught:
Things in themselves, be not so bad as ill,
The cause exeemd, corruption hath free will:
Mans fraile affection, is a cloudy mist,
Whose vapours fall, and fogge, as passions list:
Bad counsell’s worse, than nature ill applies,
Weake judgment dulls, when feare in reason flies:
Thus sad ecclips’d, the darke ecclipsed Moone