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751. OUR OWN SINS UNSEEN.

Other men's sins we ever bear in mind;
None sees the fardell of his faults behind.
Fardell, bundle.


752. NO PAINS, NO GAINS.

If little labour, little are our gains:
Man's fortunes are according to his pains.


754. VIRTUE BEST UNITED.

By so much, virtue is the less,
By how much, near to singleness.


755. THE EYE.

A wanton and lascivious eye
Betrays the heart's adultery.


756. TO PRINCE CHARLES UPON HIS COMING TO
EXETER.

What fate decreed, time now has made us see,
A renovation of the west by thee.
That preternatural fever, which did threat
Death to our country, now hath lost his heat,
And, calms succeeding, we perceive no more
Th' unequal pulse to beat, as heretofore.
Something there yet remains for thee to do;
Then reach those ends that thou wast destin'd to.