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If some, now present, this had got, They, would have blushed, at their Lot; Since, very fit, the same doth prove For one, that’s either light of Love, Or, troubled with a fickle Mate: If you enjoy a better Fate, Yet, hearken, what your Lot doth say; Lest, you, hereafter, need it may,

See, Emb. VII.

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For ought, that, plainely, doth appeare, You may out-live the longest, here; Yet, seeing, now, of all this crew, The Lot of Death, you, onely, drew, See what, your Emblem hath injoyn’d; And, still, that Morall, beare in minde: So, Deaths deform’d and ghastly Shade Shall, Meanes of Life, to thee, be made.

See, Emb. VIII.

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Though you have Wit, and, know it well; That, rash you are, your Friends can tell; Yea, Sleepe, and Ease, possesse you so, That, some doe feare, you’l sottish grow: But, lo, your hind’rance, to prevent, This Lot, was, peradventure, sent; For, in the Moralls, that, insue, Are Counsells, fit, for such as you.

See, Emb. IX.

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You, have beene wronged, many wayes, Yet, patient are; and, that’s your praise: Your Actions, also, seem’d upright; Yet, some there are, that, beare you spite: Lest, therefore, you discourag’d grow, An Emblem, you have drawne, to show What other Innocents have borne, And, how, the worlds despites, to scorne.

See, Emb. X.