Nearest; There's no pause at perfection;
340Greatnesse a period hath, but hath no station.
XXXV.
Two little fishes whom hee never harm'd,
Nor fed on their kinde, two not throughly arm'd
With hope that they could kill him, nor could doe
Good to themselves by his death (they did not eate
345His flesh, nor suck those oyles, which thence outstreat)
Conspir'd against him, and it might undoe