That holds the world in his still changing state?
Or shun the death ordain'd by destiny,
When hour of death is come, let none ask whence or why.

SPENSER.

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FRAUD.


Fraud showed in comely clothes a lovely look,
An humble cast of eye, a sober pace;
And so sweet speech, a man might her have took
For him that said "_Hail Mary full of grace;_"
But all the rest deformedly did look.
As full of filthiness and foul disgrace;
Hid under long, large garments that she wore,
Under the which, a poisoned knife she bore.

SIR J. HARRINGTON.

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VIRTUE.

What one art thou thus in torn weeds yclad?
Virtue, in price, whom ancient sages had--