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WHo love enjoyes, and placed hath his Mind
Where fairer Vertues fairest beauties grace,
Than in himselfe such store of worth doth find,
That he deserves to hold so good a Place;
To chilling feares how can he be set forth,
Whose feares condemne his own, doubts others worth?

Desire, as flames of Zeale, Feare, Horrours meets,
They rise who fall o… falling never prov'd.
Who is so dainty satiate with swee…s
To murmur when the Banket is remov'd?
The fairest hopes Time in the Bud destroys,
When sweet are memories of ruin'd Joyes.

It is no Hill but Heaven where you remaine,
And whom Desert advanced hath so high
To reach the Guerdon of his burning Paine,
Must not repine to fall, and falling dye,
His Hopes are crown'd; what years of tedious breath
Can them compare with such a happy Death?