unknown author

“ If my owne sinne be my owne enemy,
And good controwle my bad, tis plane to see
I ever hate myself for love of me.
And when I others hate, or turne my mind
From union with them, tis because I find
Them crosse to me; self-love still ownes his kind.
Now, if't be self-love when I hate them so,
Much more tis when to them my love I show,
Since love suites more with love, then hate, you know. ”