That the Eye is Sinnes Burning-Glasse, Working Upon the Heart and Soule

As Sinne's most conuersant with outward Sense ,
so is she most familiar with the Eye;
For, shee sits in the eyes Concupiscence
as in her Throne of greatest Maiestie .

From eyes , to eyes, Sinne doth, in triumph Tilt:
(a firie Serpent , clad in siluer Rayes:)
The end of whose Carreere is, where her guilt
makes blacke the Soule with Dolor and Dispraise

Heuah first sinn'd: but, ere her Heart her Eye
did Sinne commit; and all the lustfull Crue
Melt in that Sunne , like Yee , vntill they dye:
yet, like dead Flies , those Rayes , their liues renue;
Then, sith this Sunne exhales such Humours ill
We must with Sorrowes Clouds, eclipse It still.
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