ODE 2.
1.
Laid downe already? and so fast asleepe?
Thy precious heart left loosly on thime hand,
Which with all diligence thou shouldest keep,
And guard against those enemies, that stand
Ready prepar'd to plunge it in the deep
Of all distresse? Rouze thee, and understand
In time, what in the end thou must confesse,
That misery at last and wretchednesse
Is all the fruit that springs from slothfull idlenesse.
2.
Whilst thou list soaking in security,
Thou drown'st thy selfe in sensuail delight,
And wallow'st in debauched luxurie,
Which when thou art awake and see'st, will fright
Thine heart with horror. When thou shalt de•…•…cry