The earth with thunder torn, with fire blasted,
With waters drown’d, with windy palsy shaken
Cannot for this with heaven be distasted,
Since thunder, rain and winds from earth are taken:
Man turn with love, with inward furies blasted,
Drown’d with despair, with fleshly lustings shaken,
Cannot for this with heaven be distasted,
Love, fury, lustings out of man are taken.

Then man, endure thyself, those clouds will vanish;
Life is the top which whipping Sorrow driveth;
Wisdom must bear what our flesh cannot banish,
The humble lead, the stubborn bootless striveth:
Or man, forsake thyself, to heaven turn thee,
Her flames enlighten nature, never burn thee.