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Men, (Worlds of Mould, that fil the great Worlds Mold)
Creep (like vile Wormes, in whom is nought but Slime)
To find some Hole, wherein to make their Hold;
Which found, they fil; then (restlesse) straite they climb;
Til hauing rais'd themselues aboue the Ground
They open lye to be to dust dissolu'd:
As litle, by great Clods, to Dust, are ground:
So, Clods resolu'd to climb, are soone resolu'd:
For, litle Worlds, that would deuour the great.
Break, sith they cannot that huge Masse containe:
For, they that Eat the Earth, the Earth wil eat:
So, Earth to quick, is quickly dead againe
Then in the Earth, if Men wil be secure,
They must like Wormes, straite Holes or death indure.
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