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Sinne.

Sinne, I would faine define thee, but thou art
An uncouth thing,
All that I bring
To shew thee fully, shews thee but in part.
I call thee the transgression of the law.
And yet I read,
That sinne is dead
Without the law; and thence it strength doth draw.
I say thou art the fling of death. 'Tis true.
And yet I finde
Death comes behinde:
The work is done before the pay be due.

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I say thou art the devils work. Yet hee
Should much rather
Call thee father:
For he had been no devill but for thee.
What shall I call thee then? If death and devill,
Right understood,
Be names too good;
I'le say thou art the quintessence of evill.