No More Learning

Know thy foes: The foule Devill (whom thou
          to please,) for hate, not love, would allow
Thee faine, his whole Realme to be quit; and as 35
The worlds all parts wither away and passe,
So the worlds selfe, thy other lov'd foe, is
In her decrepit wayne, and thou loving this,
Dost love a withered and worne strumpet; last,
Flesh (it selfes death) and joyes which flesh can taste, 40
Thou loveft; and thy faire goodly soule, which doth
Give this flesh power to taste joy, thou dost loath.