Thou who dost dwell and linger here below, Since the condition of this world is frail, Where of all plants afflictions soonest grow; If troubles overtake thee, do not wail: For who can look for lesse, that loveth {Life. {Strife. But rather turn the pipe, and waters course To serve thy sinnes, and furnish thee with store Of sov`raigne tears, springing from true remorse: That so in purenesse thou mayst him adore Who gives to man, as he sees fit, {Salvation. {Damnation.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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