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The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
The gods are just, and of our pleasant vices
Make instruments to plague us.
What boots it on the lineal tree to trace
Through many a branch the founders of our race.
What boots it on the lineal tree to trace
Through many a branch the founders of our race.
Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting read more
Leave her to Heaven,
And to those thorns that in her bosom lodge,
To prick and sting her.
It is sheer folly to take unwilling hounds to the chase.
It is sheer folly to take unwilling hounds to the chase.
The Rich knowes not who is his friend.
The Rich knowes not who is his friend.
Heresie may be easier kept out, then shooke off.
Heresie may be easier kept out, then shooke off.
Thursday come, and the week's gone.
Thursday come, and the week's gone.
With his own weapon do I stab him.
With his own weapon do I stab him.
