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VII. BOOK I. CH. II. § 3.
[Diseases, famine, enemies, in us no change have wrought]
Diseases, famine, enemies, in us no change have wrought;What erst we were, we are; still in the same snare caught:
No time can our corrupted manners mend;
In vice we dwell, in sin that hath no end.
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