Why plowing, building, ruling and the rest,
515Or most of those arts, whence our lives are blest,
By cursed Cains race invented be,
And blest Seth vext us with Astronomie.
Ther's nothing simply good, nor ill alone,
Of every quality comparison,
520The onely measure is, and judge, opinion.
The end of the Progresse of the Soule.
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