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Sola Virtus.
Shall hautie harts enioy ye stately seatOf heauēly power by their vsurping pride
Shall redy wits by learned Art intreat,
With blessed Saints as equall to abide?
Shall worldly men whose riches doo aboūd
For gotten welth a heuenly place obtain?
Is this ye mean wheron we ought to groūd
Our ernest faith? no, these be vaūtes of vain
Its vertuous life, whose hautie honor is
By Fame extolde vnto the loftie Skie:
Frō whence wee get the path to perfect blis
Which these vain vaūtes makes men deny.
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Although she seemes to sit in euery bower:
Her godly fear of modest life decaith:
As vnesteemd, & vice depriues her power.
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