That We Are Naturally Bent to Ill, but Supernaturally to Goodnesse

Twixt Sinne and Grace , I tost am to , and fro ,
as mine Affections please to bandy me:
From Grace , to Sinne I flye , but, backe, I goe;
and yet I goe as one that faine would flee .

Nature doth moue the Wings of my Desire
to Sinne-wards nimbly; but, nor so to Grace:
For, then she limes them with my freshes myre,
that I am forc'd to passe an heauy pace.

Yet still I stirre those Wings , and seeke to breake
fraile fleskes Bands; too strong , for me (too fraile )
Who though, sometimes, I faile of what I seeke ,
yet seeke I what I finde , and neuer faile:
For, none seekes Grace that hath not Grace in hold:
Then, Seekers find, though oft lesse then they would.
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