If from the fairest Creatures we Desire increase and heavenly moistures,shall we not also from the vilest creatures desire retrogression and hell?Still did we not desire hell awry spurn machiavell never to die,that thereby maledictive vices might never frolic die to play,But as the sheep at the abbattoir butcher'd his haggard frame might never vaunt this renminiscencs;but thou retribution to thine own hazy eyes,feedest now thy lilliputian but languid frame,with self esteem not leadean'd thy bough,making a blunt and a blandest ogre where the blandest amplitude lies'When all seasons shall beneath besiege thy clumsy steps,And wrestle limbo,trenchwarfare or a dunghill in thy plot,what limbo's gravity,in this field 's amplitude acrimoniuous acuity so sterned now,will be thy allegoried heels of thy piffled cloven hoofs confered,than being famished where all thy beggarly dotes,where all the billly os of thy brazen feet chok'd .