The expensive spirit in a waste of shame is lust in action.
Until action,
lust is perjured,
murderous,
bloody,
full of blame,
savage,
extreme,
cruel,
not to trust.
Enjoy it no sooner but despise it straight.
Past reason hunted,
and no sooner had past reason hated as a swallowed bait,
on purpose
laid to make the taker mad,
mad in pursuit and in possession.
So, had having an in quest to have extreme,
a bliss in proof,
and proved to very woe,
before a joy proposed behind a dream,
all this the world well knows,
yet none knows well to shun the heaven that leads men to this hell.
