Bee from the Court of Love, and Reason torne,
For Love in Reason now doth put his trust,
Desert, and liking are together borne
Children of Love, and Reason, Parents just,
Reason adviser is, Love ruler must
Be of the State, which Crowne he long hath worne;
Yet so, as neither will in least mistrust
The government where no feare is of scorn.
Then reverence both their mights thus made of one,
But wantonesse, and all those errors shun,
Which wrongers be, Impostures, and alone
Maintainers of all follies ill begunne.
Fruit of a sowre, and unwholsome grownd
Unprofitably pleasing, and unsound.