Eye doll a tree that seeming wise
Is good for life and pleasing eyes
I know it good inverted vile
Evil in virtue I defile
I doll a tree not fount of life
The fonte of knowing deceiving lies
It void of life me offers vice
It virgin fruit is in my vise
Icon sumate my doll adorned
Eve ill in formed her body pawned
Adam it porned what she had forned
And thence knew Eve who Cain conceived
I bear it not whose fruit is free
I want the one I servile see
I bare it knot whose costly leaves
I give myself whose fruit I be
Idol a tree whose fruit I share
That’s good and evil at once compare
Its food I eat for life I pair
Yet prey I be of serpent’s lair
The good I take I evil make
It’s right misused and good abused
Partake I wise a juice that dies
In knowing good I taste of lies
Idol a tree that’s fair and rare
I stare to taste, I take the ware
I join the lair, I start to care
Idolatry, my luring mare
