God is at the end, when we thinke he is furthest off it.

God is at the end, when we thinke he is furthest off it.

O I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part, sir,
of myself, and what remains is read more

O I have lost my reputation! I have lost the immortal part, sir,
of myself, and what remains is bestial.

We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running.

We may outrun,
By violent swiftness, that which we run at,
And lose by over-running.

An ill deede cannot bring honour.

An ill deede cannot bring honour.

Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink;
So may he cease to write, and learn to think.

Let him be kept from paper, pen, and ink;
So may he cease to write, and learn to think.

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

Though I am not naturally honest, I am so sometimes by chance.

Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!

Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!

The singing man keepes his shop in his throate.

The singing man keepes his shop in his throate.

That least pleases us which is most urged on us.

That least pleases us which is most urged on us.