The lick’rish _Beare_ to rob the _Honey-Bees_ Among their stinging-Swarms thrusts in his pawes; Adventureth to climbe up hollow Trees, And from their _Cells_, the well fill’d _Combes_ he drawes: Right so, the _Sensuall-Man_ that he may gaine His bruitish _Lust_, a thousand perills dares; And, that his _Lawlesse-will_ he may attaine, Nor _Conscience_, _Credit_, _Cost_, nor _Labour_ spares. 'Twere shamefull basenesse, therefore, if that he Who knoweth _Vertue_, and is thought her _Lover_, Should so by any Perills frighted bee, To make him such _Affections_ to give-over. For, why should that _Vaine-Crew_ whose Valour springs From beastly _Fury_, or inflamed-_Passion_, Enabled be to compasse bolder things, Then _Sober-Wit_, and _Grave Consideration_? Or, why should lisping-_Wantons_, for their _Lust_ So much adventure as one finger, there, Where we our Lives in hazard would not thrust For _Vertues_ Glory, if it needfull were? For, though her _Sweetnesse_ fast is closed in With many _Thornes_, and such a Prickling-guard, That we must smart, before that _Prize_ we winne, The _Paine_ is follow’d, with a _Rich Reward_. By _Suff’ring_, I have more _Contentment_ had, Then ever I acquir’d by _Slothfull Ease_; And, I by _Griefe_, so joyfull have beene made, That I will beare my _Crosse_, while _God_ shall please. For, so at last my _Soule_ may _Ioy_ procure, I care not, in my _Flesh_ what I endure. _Who by good =Meanes=, good things would gaine, Shall never =seeke=, nor =aske= in vaine._ [Illustration: CONSEQVITVR QVODCVNQ[VE] PETIT ILLVSTR. XXIIII. _Book. 1._]