SAMUEL DANIEL
And with the thought of actions past
Are recreated still: When Pleasure leaves a touch at last
To show that it was ill.
Siren. That doth Opinion only cause
That 's out of Custom bred, Which makes us many other laws
Than ever Nature did. No widows wail for our delights,
Our sports are without blood; The world we see by warlike wights
Receives more hurt than good.
Ulysses. But yet the state of things require
These motions of unrest. And these great Spirits of high desire
Seem born to turn them best. To purge the mischiefs that increase
And all good order mar. For oft we see a wicked peace
To be well changed for war.
Siren. Well, well, Ulysses, then I see
I shall not have thee here: And therefore I will come to thee,
And take my fortune there. I must be won, that cannot win,
Yet lost were I not won;
For beauty hath created been
T* undo, or be undone.
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