Farewell, false Love, the oracle of lies,
  A mortal foe and enemy to rest,
An envious boy from whom all cares arise,
  A bastard vile, a beast with rage possest;
A way of error, a temple full of treason,
  In all effects contrary unto reason.

A poison’d serpent cover’d all with flowers,
  Mother of sighs and murderer of repose;
A sea of sorrows from whence are drawn such showers
  As moisture lend to every grief that grows;
A school of guile, a net of deep deceit,
  A gilded hook that holds a poison’d bait.

A fortress foiled which Reason did defend,
  A Siren song, a fever of the mind,
A maze wherein affection finds no end,
  A raging cloud that runs before the wind;
A substance like the shadow of the sun,
  A goal of grief for which the wisest run.

A quenchless fire, a nurse of trembling fear,
  A path that leads to peril and mishap,
A true retreat of sorrow and despair,
  An idle boy that sleeps in Pleasure’s lap;
A deep distrust of that which certain seems,
  A hope of that which Reason doubtful deems.