Flovvres of Sion. By VVilliam Drummond of Hawthorne-denne. To which is adioyned his cypresse groue

AS are those Apples, pleasant to the Eye, But full of smoake within, which vse to grow Neere that strange Lake where God powr'd from the Skie Huge showres of flames, worse flames to ouer-throw: Such are their workes that with a glaring Show Of humble holinesse, in Vertues dye Would coloure mischiefe, while within they glow With coales of Sinne, though none the Smoake descrie. Ill is that Angell that earst fell from Heauen, But not more ill than hee, nor in worse case Who hides a traitrous Minde with smiling face, And with a Doues white feathers maskes a Rauen: Each Sinne some colour hath it to adorne, Hypocrisie All-mightie God doth scorne.