Love built a stately house; where Fortune came,

And spinning phansies, she was heard to say,

That her fine cobwebs did support the frame,

Whereas they were supported by the same:

But Wisdome quickly swept them all away.

Then Pleasure came, who liking not the fashion,

Began to make Balcones, Terraces,

Till she had weakned all by alteration:

But rev'rend laws, and many a proclamation

Reformed all at length with menaces.

Then enter'd Sinne, and with that Sycomore,

Whose leaves first sheltred man from drought & dew,

Working and winding slily evermore,

The inward walls and Sommers cleft and tore:

But Grace shor'd these, and cut that as it grew.

Then Sinne combin'd with Death in a firm band

To rase the building to the very floore:

Which they effected, none could them withstand.

But Love and Grace took Glorie by the hand,

And built a braver Palace then before.