Epigrams. The Third Booke. ¹ 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. |
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