Sweet honied Life , thinkes one, that Honie draines
from bloomes of Helebore (this vaine Worlds-wealth )
Which, though It breakes his Belly , yet his paines
seeme, to his Appetite , true Signes of Health .

O bewitcht iudgement! Senses reft of Sense!
deeme yee that sweet , that yeelds Effects so sowre?
That spoiles the Will , and soiles th' Intelligence?
and Soule and Body , quite, in dung , deuoure?

Yet, those whose Spirits are turn'd to grossest flesh ,
nay, those whose flesh seemes turn'd to purest sp'rit
Are thus bewitcht; which Sweetes their Sense refresh;
who sting like Waspes , if them they lose by might:
If thus they fare by whom the World is led,
What meruell though in sweete Sinne It be dead?