Were't aught to me I bore the canopy,With my extern the outward honouring,Or laid great bases for eternity,Which proves more short than waste or ruining?
Have I not seen dwellers on form and favourLose all, and more by paying too much rentFor compound sweet; forgoing ****** savour,Pitiful thrivers in their gazing spent?
No, let me be obsequious in thy heart,And take thou my oblation, poor but free,Which is not mixed with seconds, knows no art,But mutual render, only me for thee.
Hence, thou suborned informer, a true soulWhen most impeached, stands least in thy control.
