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Rh Thine owne delay must win the field, When lust doth leade thy heart to yeeld: When steed is stolne, who makes al last, May go on foot for al his haste: In time shut gate, For had I wist, doth come too late, Fast bind, fast find, Repentance alwaies commeth behind.

If The Syrens times [tunes] oft time beguiles, So doth the teares of Crocodiles: But who so learnes Vlysses lore, May passe the seas, and win the shore. Stop eares, stand fast, Through Cupids trips, thou shalt him cast: Flie baits, shun hookes, Be thou not snarde with louely lookes.

Where Venus hath the maisterie, There loue hath lost her libertie: where loue doth win the victorie, The fort is sackt with crueltie. First look, then leap, In suretie so your shinnes you keepe: The snake doth sting, That lurking lieth with hissing.

Where Cupids fort hath made a waie, There graue aduise doth beare no swaie, Where Loue doth raigne and rule the roste, There reason is exilde the coast: Like all, loue none, except ye vse discretion, First try, then trust, be not deceiued with sinful lust,

Marke Priams sonne, his fond deuise When Venus did obtaine the price: For Pallas skil and Iunoes strength, He chose that bred his bane at length. Choos[e] wit, leaue wil, let Helen be with Paris stil: Amis[s] goeth al, wher fancie forceth iooles to fall.