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The English Myrror (1586), ch. 3, p. 14
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What is this world? A net to snare the soule.
Whylst grasse, doth growe ofte sterues the seely stéede.
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Well, I wyll set a face of brasse on it.
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Byrds of a fether, best flye together.
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What is this world, a net to snare the soule,
A masse of sinne, a desart of deceipt,
A momentes ioy, an age of wrecched dole:
A lure from grace, for flesh a lothsome baite,
Unto the minde a canker worme of care,
Unsure, uniust, in rendring man his share.
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