That Mens Devotions Towards God and Goodnesse, are Most Mutable

Nought in our Life endures so many Turnes ,
as our Deuotion, off, on, in , and out ;
Now, cold as Yee , and by and by It burnes,
searse in one moode while we can turne about
If good we heare, perhaps we thinke thereon:
but be it ill, ill (past perhaps) we minde;
Thus, rowle we euer, like a thriftlesse stone ,
till Death vs stay by force , or Course of kinde

From Sinne to Sinne , as Flies from sore to sore
we still doe shift; the best Men , Men are still;
The worst are worse than Beasts , to kill or store;
for, they are Ieane in good , but fal in ill ,
Then blest are they, that neyther fat or Ieane .
Haue rowl'd to Rest , but with the Golden-meane .
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