That a vexed Conscience is the onely Hell on Earth

THe Bodies rest doth most disease the Soule,
that is diseased with Sinnes sorest Sting:
For then the Thoughts about that Pricke doe roule,
and to the Soule an Hell of Horror bring!

The Minde then looking into Fancies Mirrour,
sees nothing there but Sinne that sits a-Broode
On grimme Chimaeraes, and sights full of horror,
so to confound the Minde, or mad her mood.

For, when Sinne onely fronts the Phantasie;
that Glasse reflects these horrid Formes, by kinde,
Then, when the body most alone doth lye,
these Monsters muster most about the Minde.
O! Plague of plagues, when Sense nor Reas'n can spye
A Reall Obiect from a Phantasie!