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ALLOWANCE
“Wilt thou be true, God's comfort guide thy brain;
If false, high grace bereave thine after-rest,
As sunset anchor'd in the beaming west
Is over-dulled to leaden taint again.”
If false, high grace bereave thine after-rest,
As sunset anchor'd in the beaming west
Is over-dulled to leaden taint again.”
False is as fate shall choose, not men ordain.
True, oft untried, where false is vanquish'd truth.
Cold blood is fixt, where fickle heated youth;
Praise one, blame either, or blame both and twain.
True, oft untried, where false is vanquish'd truth.
Cold blood is fixt, where fickle heated youth;
Praise one, blame either, or blame both and twain.
Shall one assume the scales and judgment-throne,
Touching my outward merely with blear eyes,
Measure the trespass, hug himself for wise,
Tell me the world demands I should atone!
Touching my outward merely with blear eyes,
Measure the trespass, hug himself for wise,
Tell me the world demands I should atone!
Grave world of flawless virtue, lift the stone.
Brave world of mincing honour, dole and deal,
And fidget shame out with thy mouth of meal,
But let the polish'd reprobate alone.
Brave world of mincing honour, dole and deal,
And fidget shame out with thy mouth of meal,
But let the polish'd reprobate alone.
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