PREFACE
PREFACE Ahh woe to those poor Poets of “the sweet new style” who Doth think Reason doth control all that Doth fromst the flesh to flow that think Reason canst of love andst lust to still that their mindes to heaven canst thenst to go Ohh Yet with all the Muses skill they canst not their passions still andst with all their will the passions will flow thru their flesh still for Nature will hath it will Yet to know that whenst thee let Nature run its course thenst the Senses to heaven willst the flesh to force Thus Dearest recieter curb thy powers of Reason leave lust andst love to their course for Reason leads one straight to bedlam for good Reason Reason says enjoy love andst lust whilst inst season for Heaven be the fruit within not inst some paradise above whenst thee eats the fruit of lust andst love