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74. On Prosper .
Take heed, thou prosp'rous sinner, how thou liv'stIn Sin, and thriv'st;
Thou, that doest flourish in thy heapes of gold,
And summes vntold;
Thou, that hadst never reason to complaine
Of Crosse, or paine.
Whose unafflicted Conscience never found
Nor Check, nor Wound;
Beleeve it, Prosper, thy deceitfull Lease
Allowes thee neither wealth, nor Ioy, nor Peace:
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Of Paradise;
Thy Flattering pleasures, and thy ayrie Ioyes,
But painted Toyes;
Thy peacefull Conscience is but like a Dogge,
Tyed in a Clogge;
Beleeve it, Prosper, thy deceitfull Lease
Allowes thee neither Wealth, nor Ioy, nor Peace:
Thy heapes of Gold will stand thee in no steed,
At greatest need;
Thy empty Pleasures, will convert thy laughter,
To groanes, hereafter:
Thy silent Conscience, when enlarg'd, will roare,
And rage the more:
Beleeve it, Prosper, thy deceitfull Lease,
Affords the neither Wealth, nor Ioy, not Peace.
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