Wittes Pilgrimage, Sonnet 57

IF Fauour comes by suff'ring, not by force,
And wilde-fire quenched bee with Milke, or Mire;
If yeelding Woll resists the Bullets course,
And gentle Oile doth quench Lime set on fire:
If that the higher wee desire to builde,
The lower wee our ground-worke ought to lay:
If all these Truethes so naturall are held
That their cleare euidence doth question staie:
Then questionlesse you are vnnaturall
(Sow're Sweet) who though I, at your feet, am thrown
Yea, make my selfe your verie Pedestall,
Yet, you insult the more, and keepe me downe:
If then my lowlinesse your scorne increase
You are Perfections vnkinde Master-peece.