No Pleasure to the Pleasure of the Spirit

Two Ioyes there are, whereof, the one is not;
of Flesh the one, that other of the Spirit;
The Spirits ioy is reall, actiue, hot;
but, that of flesh is vaine cold, dull and light .

How then can they be two , if but one Be?
one is; but is , but meerely in Conceit ,
Which in Conceil , is forgde by Fantazie ,
and whatsoe'er is forgde , is but deceit .

Yet in this meere deceit , most men conceiue
most pleasure to consist; and, it to buy,
They most essentiall perfect pleasures giue:
so, make their Iudgement giue their Sense the lye:
For, Sense could neuer tell, by her Receit ,
That such Ioy Is , that is but in conceit .
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