 | The Riddles of Heraclitus and Democritus |  |
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[A Coniurer was circling in the aire]
A Coniurer
was circling in the aire,
With nimble eies attentiue on the ground,
Where walking spirits, nousled many a paire,
Making a search the harmelesse to confound,
They wrought to reaue poore wretches of their breath,
Which neuer in life did ought deseruing death.
With nimble eies attentiue on the ground,
Making a search the harmelesse to confound,
They wrought to reaue poore wretches of their breath,
Which neuer in life did ought deseruing death.
I saide to an abettor looking on,
Those innocents were woorthie of some pittie,
He answere made, and sware by sweete S. Iohn,
In pitying them, I shewed my selfe not wittie:
What skils (saide he) the shedding of their blood,
They doe me harme: but doe they any good?
Those innocents were woorthie of some pittie,
He answere made, and sware by sweete S. Iohn,
In pitying them, I shewed my selfe not wittie:
What skils (saide he) the shedding of their blood,
They doe me harme: but doe they any good?
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