[BNP/E3, 79 – 21]

Oh dreadful cankers that our hearts commune

Horrible shadows that have life in pain

Deceiving whispers that do our souls illume

That they may lead them by destruction’s lane.

Hearts that are bad and hearts that are insane

Do tempt you not and your approach beseems

Batter than spirits which are bright as rain

When from the clouds of spring each swift drop gleams

As failing it doth bask as the sun’s {…} bems.[1]

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Apology

[1] As failing it doth bask as the sun’s {…} bems ^{/to /in\ itself it taketh the sun’s beams\}.