Too much Honie breakes the Belly

SWeet honied Life, thinkes one, that Honie draines
from bloomes of Heleboe (this vaine Worlds-wealth)
Which, though It breakes his Belly, yet his paines
seeme, to his Appetite, true Signes of Health.

O bewitcht iudgement! Senses rft of Sense!
deeme yee that sweet, that yeelds Effcts so sowre?
That spoiles the Will and soiles th'Intelligence?
and Soule and Body, quite, in dung, deuoure?

Yet, those whose Spirits are turn'd to grossest flesh,
nay, those whose flesh seemes turn'd to purest sp'rit
Are thus bewitcht; which Sweetes their Sense refresh;
who sting like Waspes, if them they lose by might:
If thus they fare by whom the World is led,
What meruell though in sweete Sinne It be dead?