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Of fragrant rose, moste bewtifull to see:
But filthie smelles, hee alwaies doth frequent,
And roses sweete, doe make him pine and die:
His howse, is donge: and wormes his neighbours are,
And for his meate, his mansion is his fare.
With theise hee liues, and doth reioice for aie,
And buzzeth freshe, when night doth take her place,
From theise, he dies, and languisseth awaie:
So, whose delites are filthie, vile, and base,
Is sicke to heare, when counsaile sweete we giue,
And rather likes, with reprobates to liue.
Nescitis captae mentis habere modum.
Flamma per incensas cituis sedetur aristas,
Fluminaque ad fontis sint reditura caput, &c.
Quàm possit vestros quisquam reprehendere cursus:
Et rapidae stimulos frangere nequitiae.