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Equally strong; cannot both sides say so? |
That thou mayest rightly obey power, her bounds know; |
Those past her nature, and name are chang'd; to be, |
Then humble to her is Idolatry. |
As streams are, Power is; those blest flowers that dwell |
At the rough streams calm head, thrive and do well, |
But having left their roots, and themselves given |
To the streams tyrannous rage, alas, are driven |
Through Mills, Rocks, and Woods, and at last, almost |
Consum'd in going, in the sea are lost: |
So perish Souls, which more chuse mens unjust |
Power, from God claim'd, then God himself to trust. |
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Satyre. IV. |
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Well; I may now receive, and die. My sin |
Indeed is great, but yet I have been in |
A Purgatory, such as fear'd hell is |
A recreation, and scant map of this. |
My mind, neither with prides itch, nor yet hath been |
Poyson'd with love to see, or to be seen, |
I had no suit there, nor new suit to shew, |
Yet went to Court; But as Glare which did go |
To Mass in jest, catch'd, was fain to disburse |
The hundred markes, which is the Statutes curse, |
Before he scap't, So't pleas'd my destiny |
(Guilty of my sin of going,) to think me |
As prone to all ill, and of good as forget- |
full, as proud, lustful, and as much in debt, |
As Vain as witless, and as false as they |
Which dwel in Court, for once going that way. |
Therefore I suffer'd this; Towards me did run |
A thing more strange, than on Niles slime, the Sun
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