Chapter_3

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“I know

That care has iron crowns for many brows;

That Calvaries are everywhere, whereon

Virtue is crucified, and nails and spears

Draw guiltless blood; that sorrow sits and drinks

At sweetest hearts, till all their life is dry;

That gentle spirits on the rack of pain

Grow faint or fierce, and pray and curse by turns;

That hell’s temptations, clad in heavenly guise

And armed with might, lie evermore in wait

Along life’s path, giving assault to all.”

Holland