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Rh There 's none but good can bé good, both for you

And what sways with you, maybe this sweet maid;

None good but God—a warning wavèd to

One once that was found wanting when Good weighed.

Man lives that list, that leaning in the will

No wisdom can forecast by gauge or guess,

The selfless self of self, most strange, most still,

Fast furled and all foredrawn to No or Yes.

Your feast of; that most in you earnest eye

May but call on your banes to more carouse.

Worst will the best. What worm was here, we cry,

To have havoc-pocked so, see, the hung-heavenward boughs?

Enough: corruption was the world's first woe.

What need I strain my heart beyond my ken?

O but I bear my burning witness though

Against the wild and wanton work of men.

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