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That mortall Life is a mortall Plague.
This
Life, of ours, is call'd Life most amisse;
which may be tearm'd, more truely, lifes disease;
Whose perfect'st Pleasures are oppos'd to Blisse,
and, greatest paines grow from her greatest ease.
which may be tearm'd, more truely, lifes disease;
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and, greatest paines grow from her greatest ease.
One, hath the Plague, we say, and he will dye,
that yet may liue; then much more may we say,
That One hath Life, and Death he cannot flye:
for, Life's a Sicknesse mortall eu'ry way.
that yet may liue; then much more may we say,
That One hath Life, and Death he cannot flye:
for, Life's a Sicknesse mortall eu'ry way.
Doth mortall life, then, bring the mortall'st death?
then, no Disease so mortall as it is:
A Plague of Plagues then, is our mortall breath;
yet mortall Men would still be plagu'd with this:
Though Life be Plague of Plagues, yet this desire,
Is the high'st Plague, whereto no Plagues aspire.
then, no Disease so mortall as it is:
A Plague of Plagues then, is our mortall breath;
yet mortall Men would still be plagu'd with this:
Though Life be Plague of Plagues, yet this desire,
Is the high'st Plague, whereto no Plagues aspire.
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