When you doe next behold the wanton _Flyes_ About the shining _Candle_, come to play, Vntill the _Light_ thereof hath dimm’d their Eyes, Or, till the _Flame_ hath sing’d their Wings away: Remember, then, this _Emblem_; and, beware You be not playing at such harmefull Games: Consider, if there sit no _Female_, there, That overwarmes you, with her _Beauties Flames_, Take heed, you doe not over dally so As to inflame the Tinder of _Desire_; But, shun the Mischiefe, e’re too late it grow, Lest you be scorched in that _Foolish-Fire_. For, as those _Wandring-Fires_ which in the Night, Doe leade unwary _Trauellers_ astray, Alluring them, by their deceiving _Sight_, Till they have altogether lost their way: Right so fantasticke _Beauty_ doth amaze The Lust-full _Eye_, allures the _Heart_ aside, Captives the _Senses_ (by a sudden blaze) And, leaves the _Iudgement_ wholly stupify’d. Nay, if Men play too long about those _Torches_, Such is the Nature of their wanton _Flame_, That, from their Bodies (unawares) it scorches Those _Wings_ and _Feet_, on which they thither came. It wasteth (ev’n to nothing) all their _Wealth_, Consumes their precious _Time_, destroyes their _Strength_, Bespots their _Honest-Fame_, impaires their _Health_, And (when their Fatall Thread is at the length) That thing, on which their Hope of _Life_ is plac’t, Shall bring them to _Destruction_, at the last. _Let him, that at GODS =Altar= stands, In =Innocencie=, wash his Hands._ [Illustration: PVRIS MANIBVS. ILLVSTR. XLI. _Book. 1._]