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Poem by Thomas Urquhart
Epigrams. The Third Booke. № 32. That all our life, is but a continuall course, and vicissitude of sinning, and being sorry for sinne
WE sinne with joy: and having fin'd, we mourn,
Then kindle, after teares, new sinfull fires;
There being a turne perpetuall, and returne
'Twixt our repentance, and profane desires;
For senses to delights are wedded wholly,
Which purchas'd, reason doth bewaile their folly.
Thomas Urquhart
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