274 E. B. Reed, 



Soe oft as Man is Angery oh tis sadd 

 He's nott onl}^ weake but blinde & Madd 

 Error for Truth imbraces & t'wer well 

 If dearest freinds from enimys he Covild tell 

 A harmeless smile or from the eye a glance 

 Though vndesign'd puts him into a trance 



[p. 575] And when his fury wakes how oft tis seene 



Frendships most sacred bonds disolued haue beene 



Who doth nott then discerne in sundry fashions 



How Man afflicted is w^h Angry passions 



More feirce then are some Brutes as may apeare 



They sometimes yeilds but he's in full Cariere 



As Mariners when w^ii amazement smitt 



The Pilots voyce in stormes regards nott itt 



Soe men in frenzy ther strange gesters are 



Wild as the beasts & Irreguler 



The flaminge fire w^^ Passions kindle flies 



In furious sparkes from his piercinge eyes 



His angry face by a reflux of blood 



That from his Hart assends becometh rude 



[p. 576] His haire w^^ gastly horror stands vpright 



And euery word he speakes he seemes to bitt 



His hands & feet in ther excentrick Motions 



Breath naught but threats w^^ rash & bloody notions 



His Lookes soe terrible as doe portend 



A fatal Change vnto his nearest freind 



What must be then's distempred soule wti>in 



Soe vgly outward, but a sinke of Sin 



[p. 577] Of Virtue 



As wel tun'd Musick sweetly seize 

 The sehces soe doth't Virtue please 

 The Virtuous, force the Vitious too 

 Th'admire in others what they should doe 

 Those best loue virtue & her lawes 

 That most Contemnes men's vains aplaues 

 Vertue alone all Grace inhance 

 And she noe vse doth make of chance 

 Whose effects are transcent in th' euent 

 What proceeds from virtue's permenent 



