O loath that Loue whose fynall ayme is Lust
Moth of the mynde, Eclipse of Reasons light
The graue of Grace, the mole of Natures Rust
The wracke of witt, the wronge of euery wight.
In Sume an euill, whose harmes no tonge can tell
In w c h to Liue is death, to dye is Hell.