Of Hate.
Hate, is loues enemie, and Friendships foe:
Neighbourhoods bane, and Peaces ouerthrow.
HAte cannot worke, where nature planteth loue.
Hates eies may slumber, but can hardly sleepe.
Hatred is chiefest enemie to loue.
That which is h••ld with hate, we feare to loose.
Who hates himselfe to loue another man,
Sencelesse should be esteemed of all men.
The deadliest hate, with s••iles, securely stands.
Where rancour rules, there hate doth most preuaile.
Lewd loue, is hate; and base desire is shame.
Youth old in will, age young in hate doth make.
'Tis incident to them who many feare,
Many to them more grie••o••es hate doe beare.
In meckenesse maskes the most distemperd hate.