Nusquam tuta

The silly Hind among the thickets greene,
While nought mistrusting did at safetie goe,
His mortall wound receiu'd with arrow keene
Sent singing from a Sheepeheard's secret bowe;
And deadly peirc'd, can in no place abide,
But runnes about with arrow in her side.

So oft we see the man whome Conscience bad
Doth inwardly with deadly torture wound,
From place to place to range with Furie mad,
And seeke his ease by shifting of his ground
The meane neglecting which might heale the sinne,
That howerly ranckles more and more within.