The Lye

Goe, soule, the bodie's guest,  Upon a thanklesse arrant;Feare not to touche the best--  The truth shall be thy warrant!Goe, since I needs must dye,And give the world the lye.Goe tell the court it glowes  And shines like rotten wood;Goe tell the church it showes  What's good, and doth no good;If...