Thus I remain like one that's laid in briars,
   Where turning brings new pain and certain woe, 
   Like one, once burned, bids me avoid the fires, 
   But love, true fire, will not let me be slow.

Obedience, fear and love do all conspire 
   A worthless conquest gained to ruin me, 
   Who did but feel the height of blest desire
   When danger, doubt and loss I straight did see. 
Restless I live, consulting what to do, 
And more I study, more I still undo.