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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.
Satyre. IV.
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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