SATIRE IV. WELL; I may now receive, and die. My sin Indeed is great, but yet I have been in A purgatory, such as feared hell is A recreation, and scant map of this. My mind, neither with pride's itch, nor yet hath been Poisoned with love to see, or to be seen; I had no suit there, nor new suit to show, Which dwell in court, for once going that way. Than Afric's monsters, Guiana's rarities, In the Dane's massacre had sure been slain, SATIRES. Keep the truth which thou hast found; men In so ill case, that God hath with his hand Nor are they vicars, but hangmen to fate. know; Those past, her nature and name 's changed; to be As streams are, power is; those blest flowers, the dwell At the rough stream's calm head, thrive a well; But having left their roots, and themse Tis sw Said I, And for Of all o From k |