Vnum, et semel

A GARDEN thinke this spatious world to be,
Where thou by God the owners leaue dost walke,
And art allow'd in all varietie,
One only flower to crop from tender stalke,
(As thou thinkst good) for beautie or the smell,
Or some one else, whose beautie doth exell.

This only flower, is some one calling fit,
And honest course wherein to leade thy life,
Thy selfe applieng carefully to it,
Or else the heedie choosing of thy wife:
Wherein thou wisely dost thy selfe preferre,
Or to thy ruine ever after, erre.