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I said in mine heart, goe to now, I will proue thee with ioy: ther∣fore take thou pleasure in plea¦sant things: and behold this 〈◊〉〈◊〉 vanitie.
THus tired with these studies I repinde,
And in my heart, I said, no more of this:
Now will I try if pleasure I may find,
To cheare my fainting soule in worlds amis:
Perhaps in mirth and ioy is plast true blis,
Let me to counsell, my affections take,
And let them to their likings frolike make.
From reasons bonds, thus set at large awhile,
They ech of them their appetites doe fit,
Each seuerall sense, himselfe seekes to beguile,
And all conspire the wished prise to git,
But (ouer gorg'd) full soone they all do surfit:
For lust complete sacietie doth breed,
And vaine the fruite, that growes from such a seed.