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[For ev'ry thing, which is below the Sun]
For ev'ry thing, which is below the Sun,
There is a Time; For some things, more then One:
And, if this be well tim'd, the Game is done.
There is a Time; For some things, more then One:
And, if this be well tim'd, the Game is done.
To all men, GOD, in Mercy, Once doth come:
Calls twice, or thrice; yea, many times, on some:
And they who sleight his Grace, must feel his doome.
Calls twice, or thrice; yea, many times, on some:
And they who sleight his Grace, must feel his doome.
Since, then, for once abusing Love, some fall;
Let it be, seriously, well-weigh'd, of all,
What may betide those, who, still, sleight it shall.
Let it be, seriously, well-weigh'd, of all,
What may betide those, who, still, sleight it shall.
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