Gratious is the end that ends all our paines

WHen, when, ô when shall I bid life farewell
Wherein my Soule, and Body so ill fares?
My Soule within my Body, Loathes to dwell
ith it doth dwell in such a World of Cares.
Wherein the best are Briers, that scratching, hold
What ere they catch vnto anothers harme:
Whose Tenter-hookt Armes do, in Loue, infold
No one but whom they spoile, and quite disarme:
Where Men loue Men, not for that Men they are
But simply for themselues; all whose respect
Is swallowed up with self-respecting Care,
And commonly the Common good neglect,
Where Fashions are, then Eormes, more various:
(Thogh scarse among a Million two are like)
Where he most iust are lest iniurious
Though lustice their iniustice doth dislike,
Where Faces want no graces to allure
The Mynd to loue, so to betray the Mind:
An holy kisse, in show, showes to assure
The rather to faile Hope that seeks to find,
Where oft Religion palliates Policy,
And Saints are made a Sacrifice for State:
Yea, heaunly Powres for Earthly Maiesty,
Away goes all that lets Ambitions gate.
Where holy Fathers do vnholy Deeds
While yet they blesse their Sons that cloak their shame:
And so the Hat of Piety still bleeds
Because Hypocrisie still wounds the same.
Where all is seeming, and Nought reall is:
For all do couet only but to seeme
Illseemeth good, and sorrow seemeth Blisse,
And Men, but by their show do men esteem.
Where the whole frame of Natur's out of frame,
And at the point to be disolued quite:
Where Wit and Learning are both blind, and lame,
Yet scorne, through pride, a Guide to leade them right.
Where no man hath an Eare to heare, sith Eares
Are now turnd all to Tongues, or Teeth, to gnaw:
If one haue Eares none but himselfe he heares,
As bound hereto by self-loues lawlesse law.
Where Loue, and Lordship can no Riualls beare,
That yet should beare with all that Grace doth brooke,
Where euery thinge amisse is euery where
And nought found good vnlesse it be in looke.
Where vertue is despised though bright she bee,
Yf she be bare; Yet Venus, bare, is lou'd:
Where nought hath tast els, that is bare to see
Yea, Truth it self if bare, is not approud.
Where all and some make but the sum of al
Vainst Vanities; for so at best they be:
Where each one riseth by anothers fal,
Yet mounts in vaine, for quickly fal must he.
So on this Sorrowes Sea, [this World of Woc]
Al falls to Earth, that riseth from the same:
And so all Earthly Things do ebb and flo,
And ebb in nature, as they slow in name.
Then ô haue I not reason to desie
My Natures dissolution, sith it is
With these lls conuerant, which do conspire
To make it [like them] more then most amisse?
Then, Death (the end of Il vnto the good)
Enshore my Soule neer drownd in flesh, and bloud.