Twicknam Garden

Blasted with sighs, and surrounded with teares,
Hither I come to seeke the spring,
And at mine eyes, and at mine eares,
Recieve such balme, as else cures every thing:
But O, selfe-traitor, I do bring
The spider love, wich transubstantiates all,
And can convert Manna to gall,
And that this place may thoroughly be thought
True Paradise, I have the serpent brought.