The Moderatix.
ILe tell you where another sun
That setts, as riseing it begun.
It is my selfe who keepes one spheare
And were the same if men so were.
What need I tell, that life and death,
May passe in sentence from one breath;
So issue from my equall heart
Both love and scorn for mens desert.
Ile tell you in what heavenly hell
An Angell and a friend may dwell:
It is myne eye whose glassy book
Sends back the gazers divers look.
Ile tell you in a divers scale
One weight can up and downewards hale:
You call me thistle, you a rose;
I neither am, yet both of those.
Ile tell you where both frost and fire
In peace of common feat conspire;