abound.
It not consisteth all of pleasant words,
More gamesome tricks are there stil to be fo[=u]d
A minde so chaste as thine cannot conceiue
What pleasing sports one shall therby receiue.

It is no dreame, nor passion of the minde,
But a substantiall pleasure there doth dwell,
The practike part of dreames therein we finde,
Which who so doth omit, leades Apes in hell.
Why dost thou blush? I know your case, belieue,
Maids must say nay, yet take when men do giue.

And now the sable horses of the night,
Haue drawne a mantle ore the siluer sky,
And all the stars doe shew their borrowed light,
Each breathing thing oprest with sleep doth ly
Saue _Philomell_, that sings of _Terreus_ rape,
And _Myrha_ plotting some incestious scape.

No rest at all she tooke within her bed,
The flames of _Cupid_ burnt so in her brest,
And many a fansie comes into her head,
Which ouer-much her troubled soule opprest,
She _doubts_, she _hopes_ th[=e] _feare_ doth make repaire,
Sh'l now att[=e]pt, then _shame_ doth bring despaire.

Looke how you see a pleasant field of Corne
Moue here & there by gentle-breathing wind,
Now vp and downe, as waues in sea are borne:
So doubtfull thoughts had motion in her mind:
Now shee'l surcease, and now to him repaire
Instable, like a feather in the aire.

O fye vpon this fowle incestious lust,
That very Nature greatly doth abhorre,
Some plague will fall vpon all such I trust,
If in this world there can be any more.
I hope this little world well free-ed is
Of Giants, and such monstrous beasts as this.

So God preserue it, if it be his will,
And let the Gospell euer flourish here,
Yet I do feare we haue some yet as ill,
The pleasing fooles do with their folly beare:
In Paradice I see wee cannot live,
But we shall finde some foule seducing _Eue_.

My tongue doth stagger to repeate her name,
So foule a blot a Christian cannot brooke,
Go seeke a glasse to see this filthy shame,
Upon _Gods holy Bible_ daily looke:
And there thou maist, as in a mirror see,
No _Alkeron_ can yeeld the like to thee.

There sucke the _Nectar_ of his _Holy Word_,
And begge thou pardon for thy foule abuse,
For euery _Sore_ it can a _Salue_ afford.
O _Atheist_! learne to make of it good use.
Thou Christians blot, to leaue off further talke,
Whilst thou hast light, ende