Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 20

WHo cannot loue without to lust it runne
Or els to Passions that as wild appeare,
Are like ill Eyes, that cannot brooke the Suune:
Or most weake Braines, that strong wine cannot beare.
But, in high Loue (whose ase on vertue rests)
Ther's no distemprature of Flesh, or Spritie:
The Mouth of true Loue sucks true Pleasures Brests:
Which it augments with pure (not grosse) delight.
Hence flow all Nectard Sweets into the Soule
That Heau'n, or Earth, (in highest height) can yeeld;
As sweet and faire, as Lust is sowre, and sowle,
And doth (at pleasure) Pleasures Passions weld:
But, he that is impatient in desire,
(As Clogd with flesh) cannot this Heaun aspire.