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L Ike as to make our appetites more keene With eager compounds we our pallat vrge,

As to preuent our malladies vnseene, We sicken to shun sicknesse when we purge. Euen so being full of your nere cloying sweetnesse, To bitter sawces did I frame my feeding; And sicke of wel-fare found a kind of meetnesse, To be diseas'd ere that there was true needing. Thus pollicie in loue t'anticipate The ills that were,not grew to faults assured, And brought to medicine a healthfull state Which rancke of goodnesse would by ill be cured.    But thence I learne and find the lesson true,    Drugs poyson him that so fell sicke of you. 119

W Hat potions haue I drunke of Syren.teares Distil'd from Lymbecks foule as hell within,

Applying feares to hopes,and hopes to feares, Still loosing when I saw my selfe to win? What wretched errors hath my heart committed, Whilst it hath thought it selfe so blessed neuer? How haue mine eies out of their Spheares bene fitted In the distraction of this madding feuer? O benefit of ill, now I finde true That better is, by euil still made better. And ruin'd loue when it is built anew Growes fairer then at first,more strong,far greater.    So I returne rebukt to my content,    And gaine by ills thrise more then I haue spent. 120

T Hat you were once vnkind be-friends mee now, And for that sorrow , which I then didde feele,

Needes must I vnder my transgression bow, Vnlesse my Nerues were brasse or hammered steele. For if you were by my vnkindnesse shaken

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