Satyre 3.
Insolent Superbia.
List ye profane faire painted images,
Predestinated by the destenies,
At your first being to fall eternallie
Into Cymerian black obscuritie.
Ilfauoured Idols, Pride anatomie,
Foule coloured puppets, balls of infamie:
Whome zealous soules do racket too and fro,
Sometimes aloft ye flie, otherwhiles below:
Banded into the ayres loose continent.
Where hard vpbearing winds hold parlament.
For such is the force of downe declining sin,
Where our short feathered peacockes wallow in,
That when sweete motions vrge them to aspire,
They are so bathed ore by sweete desire
In the odiferous fountaine of sweete pleasure,
Wherein delight hath all embalmed her treasure:
I meane where Sin the mistris of disgrace,
Hath residence, and her abiding place.
