The CONCLVSION

LO here an end of these our Muses Flights,
which aymed at Mans End, or chiefest GOOD;
But if too wilde shee were, in heau'nly Heights,
let her be made to know it, by the Wood.

If her Disire too high hath made her rise,
(though lesse than GOD contents not that Desire)
Of Christ, and of his Church she mercy cryes;
and, humbly, stoupes to what they doe require.

Yea, prostrate, she doth fall; nay, vailes her Necke
vnder his Spouse (the Church) her sacred Feete;
Submitting all her Soarings to her Checke;
and ready to reforme what shee thinkes meete:
If she hath rightly fled, GOD made that Flight:
If not, she prayes the Church to make it right.

But, knew I ought offensiue to her Eare,
My Teares should blot It, yer It mended were.