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Its irksom here to amble through the store
Of monkish sloughs, my Patience waits no more
These lying Wonders: for in ev'ry Crink
The Divell plays hide, and seek, while mortalls winke.
And under ev'ry leafe He and his lies
Do ly, that patience makes her Glory rise
While he by monkish stuff beguils souls thus.
Wherefore I leave this head and farther lash.