I Loue the life that Loue doth most mislike;
That is the life which is most like to Death:
On lifes Hart-strings when Death at last, shall strike
Soules Organs then do sound with sweetest breath!
The Discords of this Life annoy their Eares
Where but Faithes Concords onely sweetly sound:
From Discords Dangers rise: from Dangers, Feares
Which Three, these Three, the Soule, Minde, Body wound!
I would therefore, liue dead to such a life
With the Graue of most obscure estate:
So, dead, to liue as farre from State , as Strife ,
To check those Lusts that would giue Loue the Mate:
 But ô this Faith (fraile faith, and Loue ( selfe-Loue )
 Be dead, sith they but liue for selfe-behoue.