"The Earth with thunder torne, with fire blasted, With waters drowned, with windye palsey shaken Cannot for this with heaven be distasted, Since thunder, raine and winds from earth are taken: Man torne with Love, with inward furies blasted, Drown'd with despaire, with fleshly lustings shaken, Cannot for this with heaven be distasted, Love, furie, lustings out of man are taken. Then Man, endure thy selfe, those clouds will vanish; Life is a Top which whipping Sorrow driveth; Wisdome must beare what our flesh cannot banish, The humble leade, the stubborne bootlesse striveth: Or Man, forsake thy selfe, to heaven turne thee, Her flames enlighten Nature, never burne thee."