The poem
O that I could a sin once see! We paint the devil foul, yet he Hath some good in him, all agree. Sin is flat opposite to th' Almighty, seeing It wants the good of virtue, and of being.
But God more care of us hath had: If apparitions make us sad, By sight of sin we should grow mad. Yet as in sleep we see foul death, and live: So devils are our sins in perspective.