I was despised both of God and man.
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Could I long prosper thus, doe you suppose?
Might ought of euill exceede[401] these vices told?
Thinke you ther’s any wight on ground that goes
Might scape reuenge of vice so manifolde?
No sure: who is in sienfullnes so bolde,
His vices fare like weedes they sproute so fast
They kill the corps, as weedes the corne at last.
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