Olur bodies are our gardens, to the which our wills are
gardeners; so that if we will plant nettles or sow lettuce, set
hyssop and weed lup thyme, supply it with one gender of
herbs or distract it with many, either to have it sterile with
idleness or manured with industry, why, the power and
corrigible authority of this lies in our wills. If the balance
of our lives had not one scale of reason to poise another of
sensluality, the blood and baseness of our natures would
conduct us to most preposterous conclusions; but we have
reason to cool our raging motions, our carnal stings, our
unbitted lusts, whereof I take this that you call love to be
a sect or scion.
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