For 'tis but weakness at the best to turn.
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True, hadst thou left us in the former reign, }
Y'had proved it was not wholly done for gain; }
Now the meridian sun is not so plain. }
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Gold is thy god; for a substantial sum, }
Thou to the Turk wouldst run away from Rome, }
And sing his holy expedition against Christendom. }
But, to conclude; blush with a lasting red,