Y That (as great states-men for their generall end
In politique justice make poore men offend) Enforceth my offence to
make it just. 65 What shall weak dames doe, when
th' whole work of Nature Hath a strong finger in each one of us? Needs must that sweep away
the silly cobweb Of our still-undone labours, that layes still
Our powers to it, as to the line, the stone, 70 Not to the stone, the line

should be oppos'd. We cannot keepe our constant course in

vertue: What is alike at all parts? every day Differs from other,
every houre and minute; I,
every thought in our false clock of life 75 Oft times inverts the whole
circumference: We must be sometimes one, sometimes an other. Our bodies are but
thick clouds to our